It was a mistake to come to this planet.

I mean, I woke up one morning and felt that something was wrong, something big. At first i felt quite unnerved as if I was under threat. After a while, I realised what it was. Something has gone wrong and I’ve ended up on the wrong planet. I don’t belong here.

Listen, how many of you out there are sincere, reliable and honest people? Lots of you! I can hear you from this side of the internet. Well, good honest folks, how many times have you noticed that sincere, reliable and honest people don’t usually attract the kind of luck that sneaky, shady and dubious people seem to have.

Perhaps you always thought that luck played a big role in life on this planet… wrong! It’s all about sharp teeth and stealth. You can win the Lotto tomorrow, but if you aren’t careful, a whole hoard of money-hungry bad guys will sneakily transfer every dollar from your bank into their pockets. You are never safe on this Death Star.

Who controls the wealth of this world? The good guys or those others? The answer is obvious. Cunning, devious personalities seem to win every time. And what happens to the honest folks? They get trampled-upon and ripped-off, all the way to the slave market.

So from daily observation and historical evidence, it appears that the rough and tough rule, while the meek mutter, (they have no power to do anything else). If you are one of the nice people, then it’s not surprising that you aren’t also, one of the lucky people.

When you think about it, it is a death planet. Before humanity subdued it and turned it into a shopping mall, it used to be survival of the fittest, fastest and smartest. Beast would eat beast, everything would eat anything and the winners only survived until something better than them arrived to gobble them up. Every living thing was under the constant threat of being consumed.

Even humans kill to survive. We kill 12 squillion chickens a day, 45 trugllion cows and an uncountable number of harmless hamburgers. This is the way of life on this world. Kill to live. No wonder the strong and heartless rule over the gentle and considerate, we’re simply another meal, immediate gratification for their endless appetite.

So what am I doing here on this nasty, death-driven world? I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that I followed my wife and that it was her idea to come here. ‘Just to have a look around’. She likes to travel. Well next time I’ll not be such a pushover, I’m definitely not coming back!

Anyway, that’s what I think. Well, I think I think that! It’s probably just another of my unrealistic, imaginative fantasies, though I doubt it.