Author(s): Amy Lilwall
Everybody became a bit mean. A bit individual. Units. That's all humanity could say for itself ¿ well, it couldn't actually, because it was made up of too many, um, units. And then there were the elderly, who could never bear to be so isolated, yet isolated they were. It was cruel, really it was. And kids ¿ not that many people had them any more ¿ they seemed to be born sitting in one of those egg-shaped chairs, only seeing what was right in front of them.