We as a people, as a race, are sick. The mass population would rather see fame as opposed to individuality, beauty as opposed to intelligence, and conformity as opposed to original concepts and philosophical expansion. In this state of ailment, I have conjured a manifestation of misanthropy. Why? There has never been a simpler question to answer, in that mankind as we know it has always been corrupt. I would like to think, that in fact, there was a time when our own inventions did not initiate impending doom.

Then, of course, there was currency.