We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.

The government says Rant's alive because they need a villain. The kids say he's alive because they need a hero.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed. He's making sure your imagination withers. Until it's as useful as your appendix. He's making sure your attention is always filled. And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

A good story should change the way you see the world.

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.