Vox Meditantis

Standing at the edge of a glacier, terrified of heights, wondering why I paid good money to be this frightened. Something about atonement and settling old scores. The storm’s coming. I should probably go.

They say I overstepped. That I put the ship at risk. But you’ll see, when you hear my account, that sometimes the most dangerous choice is playing it safe. I know these waters better than their machines ever will.

You believe yourself safe amongst honest country folk. But what if the gentleman at your hearth possesses a keener understanding of human nature than you can fathom? Some predators do not announce themselves. Observations upon the inferior orders begin.