You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.
I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.
As we descend deeper and deeper in this region its inhabitants become more and more modified, and fewer and fewer, indicating our approach towards an abyss where life is either extinguished , or exhibits but a few sparks to mark its lingering presence.