May 21st 1998 was the day a family would find their love again in the blue eyes of a newborn child. It was the day a mother and a father would embrace a new life, and with it the bliss rekindled by the world's wonder. It was in Riverside, California that they would raise the baby boy into a life that ought to be a fortunate one.

But time could outgrow anything.

A baby's blue hues would take on a deep brown like they were meant to, and parental love became conditional when there were other things to be worried about. Seasons changed, years would pass like weeks when times soared. And not too long until Jimmy would be pushed onto the path that even generations before him had walked.

School wasn't optional, and neither was life. That was the first lesson learned when the six year old kid sat at the lunch table, alone and troubled from the fights at home. Teachers would argue that there were any exceptions to be made. Learning before fixing. But sometimes fixing comes too late.

A year later the Sato family fell apart, a divorce due and forever in debt of a little boy's childhood.

He lived with his mother from the on, every other weekend spent with a father who had lost himself. From then on it was always silent. But sometimes quiet is violent. A few years ahead James figured to drown out the lack that caused this pain, the sound of trouble replacing a stillness where once was a family's love. Grades kept tumbling down. Teachers hounding an exhausted mother about how they were perplexed by the situation. "He used to be such a smart boy." And he still was, yet the interest in classes ceased with that in school. He refused a 'perfect' life when it simply was not.

The young teenager had learned his second lesson: Life was full of lies.

It's the age of fourteen that he joined the Junior High, day after day just pushing through worksheets. His true interests laid in art though. Unconstrained and expressive to the core, in so many forms and colors and sounds. And the love to art was shared by the boy's best friend.

Love attracted love, yet it wasn't meant to last. Change was coming.

Events would occur just as various scientists and activists had predicted: The world was coming to a slow and creeping end, holes in the ozone layers widening relentlessly. People wouldn't listen. They have always been too stubborn, too vain and proud to admit that the world needed a change. Eventually, one would step on another's toes. And they would kick back with force, provoking conflict until a big one'd break out. Sometimes those toes belonged to someone important, too.

Waging wars always paid off for capitalist countries anyway.

You could view it as a chain reaction. Like dominoes falling, one thing lead to another and, what was later dubbed the Analog Wars caused the destruction you would expect. Warhead production and that of other products would cause more gasses that would rise to the methane skies. There was no going back. A forward was all there ever was.

Into a Better Future.