They still thought Ironside had some good in it—that it was a shining beacon of hope for people in the settlements. They didn’t know it was a rotten seed sprouting corrupt roots that dug deep and poisoned the very foundation of their society, sucking the nutrients from the soil, turning it into a husk of dust to feed the visage of vibrant leaves and gilded fruit that flourished on the surface. They didn’t know that all the glittering little stars on camera were just glittering little lambs being herded right into a factory to be sliced, diced, and packaged up real nice.
