This is the prime focus of my literature as of late, and has spread to other things as well. The Major sat stoically with his back straight and his fingers loosely interlocked, but at the same time in a subtly relaxed manner. Despite the initial shape of his jaw and tongue on the exterior he never slurred any sounds as he spoke, his voice carrying very little Canadian raising, typical of someone native to Eastern Ontario. "At one point, I would have said that I was no different from anyone else. But what happened the night of the 23rd of August, 2032 was beyond what any of us expected."