The Twenty-first Century: the modern age, the age of technology and innovation, of advancement and intelligence. It is now the year two-thousand thirteen, anno domini, and approximately seven billion human beings, Homo sapiens, walk the ancient planet they've called home for a mere two hundred thousand years, a planet on which only an eighth is inhabitable. Half of us starve. A quarter of us is uneducated. Less than five percent can read. We are the superior species among the innumerable neighbors with whom we share this planet called Earth, set apart only by our capability to manipulate tools, walk upright, and understand abstract ideas. And since the first moments we walked upon Earth's fertile soil, every step has furthered the planet's destruction and brought us closer to our own.
Indeed, we humans have proved ourselves nature's only mistake; we are the only species among all others that takes and takes from our planet's once-ample resources and never gives anything beneficial in return. We indulge in what we want and what we don't want, we toss away, careless of the repercussions; we smother the dirt and plants beneath us with the cement and stone that becomes the framework for houses and buildings. We force all other species into subordination, uprooting their natural homes and enslaving them to meet our needs -- and we do this to each other too. We crave control. We kill what frightens us, what confuses us, whatever we don't understand. With anyone that opposes us, we must defeat them and take what they have. All of our technology and our advancements have been only in the name of being better than another different group of us. We slaughter mass numbers of ourselves over imaginary lines and imaginary Gods and imaginary currencies; we force entire races and species to near extinction because what we believe is absolute. Human, the species that will kill any other in the name of an intangible idea.