Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive Chapter 4 (so far)

The Initiative part 2
When the documents arrive, it's not like a mailman comes and knocks on your window to make sure you home and to check up on you.  The personality is all gone when you take away the uniform and grind down the old man's face to sheet metal.  It just comes then puts whatever it is carrying that day into it's designated location and off it goes.  Watching all of this happen, while remembering living when being a mailman was an actual profession doesn't sit right.  All small-end communications has been thrown through the window for the slightest convenience. 

Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive The Ending to Chapter 3

After exiting the steel doors, i begin to stare around and really start to look at the city.  The amazement in architecture and the height.  Goals accomplished.  Buildings used to be a race.  If you had the biggest, it actually meant something.  A friendly game of cat and mouse that nations would partake in.   That was when the communication lines were open.  Constantly trading ideas so we could not only better ourselves but the world too.  The we resided back into the Middle Ages.  Everyone is out for themselves.  No more aid, no more healing hands.  If your not making money then your wasting it.  And no one these days would think of wasting money.