As I lay in wait for the first batch of tourists, I can’t help but think about that god awful Dumpster Dream. The dream that predicted the irreversible damage we inflicted upon the world. My selfish whim, my father’s insane dream and Aaron’s lunacy is all to blame for this. I keep telling myself what’s done is done. No use crying over spilt milk, but I can’t help but feel guilty. I keep hoping that it’s actually a good thing we altered the human race. But like I said, before I go I need to make sure the umons and Karpland will be able to function without me. My transfusions will begin tomorrow, so move over Frankenstein there’s a new monster in town and he is going to give you a run for your money…that’s if you have any. In which case we take Bit Coins.