Prologue - Menschlichkeit, wo bist du?
I wish I could say that my journey to the ZUC, like many other immigrants, was one of relative ease, and of a desire to go back to their roots. But none of my family's was. And I still can't get that dreadful women's malevolencefulness out of my head. That day was... of inTerrane (inhumane) feats. That night had lead me ask one question. One I ask to this very day. 'Menschlichkeit, wo bist du?' Or in Wilfordish, 'Terranity, where art thou?'