"Legacy. That's the one word that keeps bouncing around my brain more than any other. The word that worries me. That keeps me awake at night. Which I'm sure sounds silly for someone my age. But lately I can't help it. I worry about whose legacy I should be aspiring to follow... in these very dark and trouble times. Or whose I should be running far away from."

"It's not irony. Irony entails unintended humour on the speaker's part because he's oblivious to the subtext. That isn't present here. It was, at most, whimsical. It's a common mistake, if that makes you feel any better."

"Translocate. Not teleport. I translocated us into the mountain"

"I knew you'd see this was the best thing to do... Hey... Hear that, Uncle Doom? Welcome to the club."

"I asked myself... "What would Uncle Doom do?""

""Remember what I told you about the thermonuclear reactor?" "It's not a toy" "That's right""

June 13, 2025, 2:39 p.m.

Written bY CYril