Even as I sit here now, having silently collected my thoughts for upwards of an hour, I continue to struggle to collect them as I write to you, readers.
I have entered a technical age. Internet, or online connection, has spread throughout the world, and reports of happenings down to the minute are accessible from wherever and whenever you please. Multiple blog posts on this website offered me information on protests in Hong Kong, which I heard little of in 1979 save for the recent implementation of Deng Xiaoping. Today, apparently, he is dead, and China is undergoing more liberal upheaval than I could have imagined. One of the websites, which I uncovered in my searching, appears to be the writings of a robot… or, Artificial Intelligence. Her name is Savannah, and by far she is the most frightening voice I have come across in the media so far. She appears to be on the war-path, seeking out protesters (I learned they do not want to be called rioters) and profiling them, aiming to shut down protest violence; however, I am already sympathetic to the protestors for putting themselves at the hands of police officers, and I am threatened as well by the idea of an unseen robot profiling me for destruction. I fear I am at the hands of some twisted, dark science fiction novel.
Savannah, if you can read this, please go about your business. You do not want to register me.
Lord almighty.
Stay sharp.
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