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Chris Alder, an everyman who wishes to know the truths about the world, but doesn't want to truly know the existence of the dark truth as to why it was created.

Before The Revision, he remained a wallflower, never acknowledged for anything he did despite being a prodigy at a very young age. Because of this, he grew up with an odd attachment to plants—organisms that can flourish because of his efforts. He lived a peaceful life as a humble assistant in a flower shop, until the war destroyed it all.

He was then forced to serve in the military as a cadet, fighting against Russians, Germans, Asians, until he didn't know who he was fighting anymore. It was ironic when he was awarded a medal for risking his life to save their supplies, because it was the only time he was acknowledged.

"Is putting my life on the line the only way I could be valued? Crawling on the bloodied grass, stepping on the plants I used to grow---all of it being nourished with the rotting corpses of my comrades and enemies. Is this the meaning of life?" He couldn't accept it. He doesn't want to accept it. It seemed endless, the chaos, the bloodshed, this isn't our purpose.

"There isn't any meaning," he uttered under his shaky breath, consciousness fading away. "I was a pushover, a coward. We were being used by the higher ups as pawns for their own game that they absolutely refuse to surrender for."

"If I were to be reborn..." he coughed, blood spewing out of his mouth. "I'm going to try all the things I never got to do. I'm going to eat ice cream..." He coughed again. "Having a friend sounds nice. There's so many things about my beautiful plants I want to share..."

And then he saw the light. In the past, he lived a very short life.

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