If you're looking for sympathy, then I'm afraid you're going to be sorely disappointed on that front, seeing as I've been through more than enough already. I have work to attend to and you have a paper to do; if I were you I'd value the opportunity that is college a bit more. Most of my generation would have moved Heaven and Earth to have that chance.
[Which generation would that be, Ghost?
He makes a dismissive waving motion with one hand, unwilling to rise to or deny that barb, instead embracing it.] Most of them. All of them, depending on the socioeconomic status of the persons involved. The fact of the matter is that this is but the tip of a massive system of icebergs of doubt I have in regards to you playing me. I have vastly differing views from your own on virtually every subject, having lived a vastly different life from start to finish to restart - and before you ask which restart I mean, all of them. I understand very well how relationships are built on differences as well as similarities. I just don't think you've realized how few and far between the similarities are even are between us. Have you considered that perhaps your problems writing this application comes from factors that are less about myself or yourself but instead about the infinities inbetween the lived experiences of two people?
[The superhero has lapsed into talking with his gloved hands, pacing as he does so. Old habits die hard even here, it seems. He has changed continents thrice and come out with certain things embedded into his behavioral patterns like shrapnel.] What we really have to deal with here is the out outdamned spot you so graciously shoved me into with this. I don't pretend to know all your thoughts, just enough to make me aware of the situation. To go somewhere I could help others without time passing back home puts me in a fine predicament. This is not a path I haven't walked before, playing transient hero from nowhere in particular, out to do good against my own better judgment and common sense. I know where that path leads, yet that's the sticking point for me, dear author. I have finally found a place where the path ends without it ending in disaster or a restart button, where I can get to work on my oldest project, and help aid the human race to which I arguably belong despite their best attempts to the contrary.
Or at least, that's where my loyalties lie. I would really like it if we weren't all captured and turned into guinea pigs for those from another world. And I know the deterrents we have come up with as a species will only last us so long when what we really need is a permanent solution, one which might be found if given the stall button of going to a game and being able to get outside opinions on the matter. I'm not a scientist. I have essentially a high school education, speaking generously. To help others while gaining help for my world would be a very clear cut deal if I didn't know you.
I don't know how you intend to have me go mad like all those who came before me have. What I do know, despite your objections, is that you will play it out for your own amusement, and that returning to home insane would undo generations and decades of work and activism in an instant in addition to doing untold damage at the city of Nautilus.
If you do talk me into this, do yourself a favor, and don't expect me to come quietly or bow to your will. [He tilts his head in a way that makes the mask appear to smile.] I'm not really good at either of those things, you see, and history has a way of repeating itself, often on a loop.
[He claps his hands and spreads his arms, all smarm.] As you were, moja pisatelj.