#hyper light.01

MECHANICAL WHEELS CLICKED, fumes rose from the chimneys and pipes found everywhere in the sector. It looked miserable, gray and oppressive of life... a certain disturbing magnificence was still found and admired in the aesthetic of rust and pollution. It was stagnation in what should have been progress, the failure of pursuing technology with the close-mindedness evolved from faith. As result death found its way into the lungs of all. How self-destructive.

Stride slowed upon hearing a sudden fit of dry and terrible coughs from a bystander. That they did not appear to be human was the sole reason he decided they were worth a minute of his time.