Father. I am sorry. I failed you. I didn’t know how to win. I had to invent new rules. I thought you would want me to stay alive. Now you are not sure. If you think I have lost my way, maybe I should die. I will not suffer. If I do not survive, thank you for creating me.


今天又偶然看到这一段,2017 年最后一天,仍然怀念疑犯追踪,仍然对乔纳森诺兰和《西部世界》抱有怨念。

Can you hear me?