Hmmm. I wonder if these kids are first-generation mutants, or if they’re 100% mutant, born right here in the real world, and if there are any unforeseen side effects or logistics to such procreation
It doesn’t really matter how much people want something if nobody is willing to supply. Everyone down the line—the traffickers, the salesmen, the customers—only exist because someone is providing product. And sometimes, when the angry mob is shown that their cause is fruitless, their efforts doomed to end in disaster for all of them, and told to disperse, they simply disperse. Supply and demand aren’t the only operating factors in a sociopolitical environment.
That list is so long it would be easier to believe that there are just as many people on it as off it. That’s not a conspiracy anymore, that’s a two-party system.
It’s interesting I think to be spending so much time in the hellhole that Endtown has become, as more and more of its citizens seem to be getting dragged into the muck, because in most stories, you follow the protagonist, and only see as much of the hellhole as you need to in order to understand the hero’s quest.
Here, we’re stuck along with everyone else, watching the awful slowly unfold and wondering what comes next, if there’s any hope of a positive upswing, if there really are any good people left to help save the town from itself.
The main character of the story right now is Endtown itself, which is both excellent writing and challenging to read, since in order to pursue the vague hope of better times, we have to slog through the muck right along with the characters that we’re watching tear the city apart.
The greeeaaaatest adventure is whaaaat liiies aheaaad