I hav a shop rider mobility scooter. it was running properly until the scumfuck who cut the wires rendered it like me, useless. I gave up trying to save humanity and have let all the concepts of what would happen go. I've buried myself in lies, depravity, and hatred brought to me by humanity. I cannot get paid for allowing a race of greed into my world, as everyone thinks this world is a freebie. I took a very blunt object to my skull 52 years ago, still wishing it had killed me rather than allow humanity to graciously walk all over me. I have lost interest in anything I ever made or did. The point of that is a waste of time storytelling. I thought I might be able to sell this thing and send a $1036.75 fee to a patent agent so they could patent the idea I sent to them. I have 1 patent pending, waiting for the agent to be paid so he can, in turn, file my idea and send me a check for $ 250,000.00 USD. Is it about the money? Was it about being recognized for creating something that could have stood a chance at solving the ongoing power struggle? I thought it would have been accepted, knowing full well I am not. The scooter needs to be repaired, batteries are near brand new, and holding a charge. I am overwhelmed and losing hope as fast as I lost hope. I am depressed and beyond stressed