Log0005

The World doesn't change but matures with each year. Women no longer hide behind a vale or long dress, waiting for a gallant knight to ask or take the women of his dreams and desires to his caste. They enjoy freedom which they richly deserve, showing enough skin to please the fantasies of men. Men, on the other hand are pigs. They are no longer the gentlemen that women would desire. They act with such stupidity that is apparent by their drooling faces. Humanity is still young. A race whose innovations reach far beyond any of their ancestors. Each day a moment of great innovation rises up to the sky touching the heavens. Each continent conquered. What else must humanity conquer to prove that they're a superior race, a race that multiplies as fast as any microscopic organism?