A planet of my own and I fester with longing. This is why I am here. To suffer loneliness and the dark answers it brings. Now with Logan on the loose, I wonder whether this time-possibility is even worth saving -- whether I am worth saving.

The populace of this great galaxy-possibility is so very calm. All violent drives serve the cool. All depression is employed as it is suffered -- that is except mine. It all relies upon me. My suffering can have no outlet. It is a machine, a factory for wisdom. From me wisdom must flow and it does. But behold, I am a bloated. Only a companion can bait this tumescence I suffer. A female companion. But I dare not fantasize. It only aids Logan's blind mission to render the ruler of the galaxy a child and me a Beatoffking.

In my Logan search, I was required to meet a number of women to jump back in time. I grew to worship the uncanny balance of delicacy and power that a woman is -- especially those of Mike Trojan's time-era. The softness she provides is akin to unearthly salvation (the desire for which I cannot entertain if I am to give maximum importance to the harmony of all physical beings). Her approval, her selection, is earthly salvation for a man. How the mind must atrophy in that heaven! There is no destroyer of the mind like women-bestowed harmony. Yet, I alone rivet to provide it for all of my subjects. Every man here is a mack, because I sit on this planet alone and provide them the necessary wisdom. I rule and guide by suffering -- a philosopher king such as no time-era has ever seen.

Logan! If you can hear me, remember only one thing. There must be another way, a way no-one has thought of. If you are to do away with me and the way I run things, then first find this new way. The Child Empire is a monster Logan! I will not be a Beatoffking! Do you hear!