Our souls were crushed in a quiet revolution.
We can no longer think for ourselves in an era controlled by artificial intelligence. While on the brink of starvation, we are led to believe that life is perfect. There is no need for hope; no one realizes that any is required.
Only a handful of Untruthers live outside of this grand illusion.
I am now one of them.
My name is Carl Winston and I have lost everything to find the truth.
