That brought another smile, though a slightly sad one. Things were, indeed, changing very fast. The Poets? Well, they were just part of it.
"It used to be our job to cause the advances." Staring of into the scenery, Pollution's eyes grew rather distant, his mind lost on that thought for a moment before he brought himself back to reality with a shake of his head. "They used to have to keep up with us. Now they're leaving us behind. Well...some of us, anyway."
In truth, when he thought about it, perhaps it was just the two of them. DEATH was inescapable, no matter how long you managed to avoid him. War had always just ridden on the waves of anger that the world would never be rid of. But Pollution had been forced to find particular niches to work his way into because, otherwise, there was no point in keeping him around if the humans were doing everything. He had an odd feeling that Famine's work in the diet industry could be seen in much the same light. You had to find your place and fight to stay there at all costs or else the humans would do it all for you, whether they realised they were doing it or not.
It took a moment for Pollution to realise that he'd been thinking out loud. If he'd been one to be embarassed, he figured he probably would have been. As it was, he was just surprised by himself. He wasn't sure he'd ever spoke so much in the history of his existence.
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Date: 2005-08-29 02:14 pm (UTC)"It used to be our job to cause the advances." Staring of into the scenery, Pollution's eyes grew rather distant, his mind lost on that thought for a moment before he brought himself back to reality with a shake of his head. "They used to have to keep up with us. Now they're leaving us behind. Well...some of us, anyway."
In truth, when he thought about it, perhaps it was just the two of them. DEATH was inescapable, no matter how long you managed to avoid him. War had always just ridden on the waves of anger that the world would never be rid of. But Pollution had been forced to find particular niches to work his way into because, otherwise, there was no point in keeping him around if the humans were doing everything. He had an odd feeling that Famine's work in the diet industry could be seen in much the same light. You had to find your place and fight to stay there at all costs or else the humans would do it all for you, whether they realised they were doing it or not.
It took a moment for Pollution to realise that he'd been thinking out loud. If he'd been one to be embarassed, he figured he probably would have been. As it was, he was just surprised by himself. He wasn't sure he'd ever spoke so much in the history of his existence.