At the core of dystopia

It was while being distracted by five adorable kittens my cat Gracie had given birth to that I decided to write a new prologue to The Sky Is Falling. Quite how newborn kittens got me to write something like that is a mystery that will never be solved, but I like to think this new prologue is something so baffling and vague it will either make you want to read the rest of the book or scream in frustration. Either way you'll have to wait until August; and no, there isn't a big twist about cats destroying the world (though that is a good idea; I've often believed my other cat, Casper, would like nothing better than to destroy humanity). Anyway, this masterpiece of a prologue does have a twist that I CAN tell you about. It's written in first person, but from the perspective of a new character (the title of this post is also a clue)