An outsider. Different. A freak. We’re both weird, which is why we get along.

It doesn’t matter. You’re arguing about nothing. The time for heroics has passed.

It’s one thing to go into a fight knowing you’ll probably lose. Quite another to be told that to win, you must offer up your throat to be slit.

I stop reading after half an hour. I’ve had enough. Humanity has hit a brick wall. We’re facing our end, like the dinosaurs millions of years before us. The only difference is we’ve got journalists...