And at last I understood why they all hated me. All at once I knew in my very bones that even as a child they would look into my eyes and couldn't see a person looking back. They could read nothing in me, could not own me, and I could see right through into their souls. All the lies they had built for themselves, all the powers of their plastic civilization meant nothing when they looked at me. I am a jackal of the desert, born of horrors and raised with the spirits of the dead for guides. When they look me in the eyes they know fear.