I'm Nico, a flesh. I have so many questions about the world. About what I see, smell and touch. Questioning everything I perceive. Examining my obscure, chaotic environment. Is it lack of knowledge? Lack of awareness? Or am I just too smart to be questioning what is existent in front of me. An endless string of questions, but where does it lead? What's my full potential, my purpose? Curious of where I came from. Trying to remember why I'm here, how I got here. Is it religion? Random spontaneous scientific events? Cause of endless possibilities? I think it is time to enter my dream, where possibilities are infinite, look for answers unconsciously existing in my own mind.
