I still blame myself for Janet's death, may have irreparably damaged my relationship with my daughter, and have seen a man who was like a son to me betray me completely. My greatest invention was turned into a weapon by allies and enemies alike, and I was complicit in much of it. Until very recently, my last meaningful piece of human interaction was so long ago, I can't even remember what it was.
In the dark hours of the night, I wonder if I haven't gone crazy.