He sits there in his cold, metal chair, alone, watching the white noise on the Television.
He hears nothing, feels nothing, Sees nothing, yet, somehow he still breathes, and thinks.
I don't understand how someone, especially a human; with our disgusting emotions and opinions; can be so immune to the destruction of a once delicate and beautiful habitat.
maybe it is because he is human that makes him "hate" his own kind, that it pushes him to the point of Spiritual Suicide.
Leaving his body vacant to those desperate demons sand spirits that need a body to to feed from. Exposing his spirit to good and bad experiences that all could have been avoided if the the Human Race wasn't so adaptive and self-centered.