Your antagonist.

We are constructs, skeletons wrapped in wreaths of vein and sinew, cloaked in blankets of flesh and fur – we are human bodies as vehicles for people.

Breeding can bring you beauty and health, fitness and physical prowess, but the mind is not something so genetic. We weave patterns with axons to trap memories, and use them as a foundation for the reflection of ourselves we see in others. Do you remember yesterday? Was it impressive enough for it to have been worthwhile? Or is it another in the painfully long line of days that you have merely erased, grayed over, and cast aside to the pile that was for surviving but not really living? Those were all failures.

Make a life extraordinary enough to remember, or with your last step so too will be the last whisper of your name.