Siesta Fiesta For The Besta? Bad Guys Winning

[Hairy leaves neuralink connection concerning various elected officials, continues to look at climate and weather news, flutters blue tentacles, looks at numbers concerning violence with separate eye, leaves newsfeeds altogether] SHELOB!
Here.

Ah. You said medbot was detecting depression in my behavior?
Yes.

Can you run numbers on how it's affected my blogging?
Included in medbot's report is your disaffection with blogging. You have declined noticeably.

Ee-eewwwww. [turns off plankton separator] Nausea's back too. Can you tell me, by, say, average intelligence of audience member and repeat hits or shares where I WASN'T depressed?
When?

Yeah, when. That's what I meant. [redacted muttering concerning space-time concepts]
[9.664936 seconds pass during calculations and data review] Late fall, 2014.

That far back, huh? Is there a method to transfer my consciousness from back then to now? Undepress me by reset?
Not without erasing any memories of the recent past, which you have promised medbot not to do again.

Ah, well. Just asking. What is medbot's analysis between my blogging then and now?
You had much greater hope for mankind then. The lack of it is affecting your mood potential.
Hope. Yeah. I can see that. I'll be sticking around till it's not safe for me to swim anymore. Then we'll resettle me somewhere, maybe take a few tons of seawater from here if this planet's dying anyway. Calculate a plan for me?
Plan pre-calculated. Preparations still underway.

How's Herr D doing?
Multiple ill family members, dire financial situ, moving as cannot afford current home, still underemployed.

Mmm. Don't bother him now, then. We'll try to rest some, huh? [instantly goes still]
[pings medbot to verify hibernation, as facultative diapause can be misapplied, reconfigures chat as blog episode] Humanity? You have much to do, much to learn; good luck.