She pointed out the ruins of abandoned cities, the debris-clogged seashore that was once high land. “Maybe we could have stopped this, maybe we could have held on to the species we’ve lost, maybe we could have prevented the polycarb seas. But it doesn’t matter now.”
Not sure I can be comfortable with this all-too-plausible future right now. Especially since one more backward step has been taken in our selfish devolution. Since reality is going to suck harder and harder regardless of my wistful dreaming that a majority of humans actually have any care for their fellows, I prefer my fantasy reading to be less centered on how the Elon Musks of the world are going to survive by further trashing the planet so they can escape it unscathed.
