I am talking to you.
Look at the skies outside, aren't they beautiful.
Yes dear,
they are white, in night.
The sun is bright, in night.
How you ask?
Well, don't you remember, love?
The Great Hunt?
The Grand Explore?
of the Earth's last ore?
It was when times were hard,
Dickens would've loved it, wouldn't he?
The Earth, devoid of any fuel,
any coal, any gas, natural ones.
Ha! Nature. A thing of past.
A reminiscence.
See those trees, those flowers.
Well, they are plastic.
Isn't that fantastic?
No more leaves around, my love, no more.
Oh whose sound is this?
That's a bird dear.
A real one?
No, don't be silly. This is the upgrade,
by the fake curtilage.
Birds are long gone too.
Where would've they stayed honey?
No trees.
No rivers.
No forest.
No nothing.
Well, look at the bright side.
The Human species survived.
Though the oceans rised,
The humans improvised,
and everyone else died.
Are you hungry dear?
Would you like some Ashberries?
They are a treat.
Spawned from the volcanic ash.
1 for a 1000 dollars, cash.
Aren't they cheap?
You liked our dresses, dear?
They are the latest fashion.
The height of human invention.
Yours made from swans,
mine from fur of devil Tasmanian.
Well they do keep us cool,
in the high temperatures of yule.
Well, aren't you happy dear?
Aren't you?
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