[Sitting in the middle of the shot is a man, a rather plain looking fellow in simple, tidy dress, sitting on a bench. If the background foliage is any clue he's more than likely in some sort of outdoor park.
Even with his casual appearance, his evenly distributed weight and perfect posture possibly betrays a more "cultured" upbringing.
When he speaks, his tone is soft and his words have a pleasant flow.]
Forgive me, please, if you find my sentiment a tired one. I'll try not to let my ignorance be a burden.
[Pausing a moment, his eyes travel down to the floor as if searching for the words there. When he returns his gaze he brings a hand up with it as if to beg a quick 'bare with me'.]
Rest assured I will not be asking for someone to spell out the full details of my predicament. I have already done my own research and, while certainly unusual to say the least, it seems a rather simple set up. Almost engineered to be such. However I have no idea if that is by some overt design or if one can simply attribute it to the efficiency and adaptability of this world's Governing body.
[Slipping his fingers together, the man leans back the few inches he needs to rest against the back of the bench and draws a quick, silent sigh.]
However. Perhaps my question, for all of my research, is too large, too... [Spreads his hands.] obtuse of a concept to expect a simple, comprehensive answer.
[A quick flash of pink as he licks his lips, and you can almost see the discomfort building in him as he prepares himself. It's at this moment the truth just behind his tepid demeanor shines through in his eyes. A sort of hopeless, overwhelming desperation just barely contained under will and nerve. Truly in this moment this man could be the most lonely, lost being in the universe.]
How does one... how do I reconcile this new life... This, this... All of it. With who I was before? How can we be expected to just forget everything that we were? Everything we... [He runs a hand through his hair as he looks up from the camera. A momentary reprieve.] -we've done? And just start all over as refugees in, what is for some of us, a completely alien world?
I ask you, good people, my question: how do we go on? When our lives are no longer relevant and everything we've fought for, everything we've bled for, is now meaningless?
What am I supposed to do?