The beauty in John's lack of pain, something that makes us human. Ugliness in his suicide, the ultimate form of loneliness. The product that is John the Savage was too pure for the modernity of utopia. His brief contact with technology led him to flee the scene in a confused routine, quoting Shakespeare along the way. The corruption slowly crept into his mind, and he fought and screamed against it with an iron will. Yet he was consumed by it, his last act of stubborn freedom ending his