You know the feeling of utter helplessness when you know you’re going to die. I do. I’ve been thinking, and I’ve realized what that equation φ sent me means. U=Ω(3*2*17), he means that I’m going to die, and the parenthesis is a date. March second, 2017. I don’t know if I’ll die, or if this φ guy has something even worse in store. It doesn’t matter. No matter what happens, it’s the end of me. I just want to say goodbye.