What will the kids say...5 liters...
“Those who drank it all up used to vacation in this stuff. Can you imagine it? They would drive their horseless carriages up into these mountains and pay large sums of their meaningless money to sleep in other people’s houses so that they could wake up early in the morning and strap thin lengths of lacquered wood to their feet and hurl themselves downhill on this white menace.”
“Sounds idle. My father had plenty to say about idleness. The warband used to use pieces of metal to slide down the dunes on, we only did that when we were bored. Nothing to eat, nothing to kill.”
“They were plenty idle. They did it for the thrill because they always had food, and water. Their existence of constant stress and toil for money nearly forced them to seek distraction in perceived dangerous or often self-destructive pursuits.”
“And it all ended for them in places like the underground?”
"Garrett shakes his head as they trek back to the trail, “Naw, for most people it ended long before that, like all extinctions it took time. They all had plenty of opportunities to see it coming, to stop it, or at least try and slow it down, instead they chose cowardice, selfishness, and greed. They ignored the suffering of others, even when it was easy to cure, neighbor to neighbor, nation to nation. They allowed old divisions to rule their sense of right and wrong and by the time the bunkers were being built the time for choosing was long since gone.”
“Now isn’t much better, my tribe kills everyone they meet, we eat them as food and relish in it, my tribe feels they are doing the good work of our ancestors by killing and eating outsiders.”
"Garrett nods, “Well, outsiders who aren’t of some use to them at least, but yes, even beyond the tribes, the places that call themselves civilized, they all do the same things. That sense of us and them, it’s as old as humanity itself. The shame isn’t what we are now though, and it’s not in what happened to humanity. The real shame comes from what humanity did to itself at its zenith, the shame comes to those who knew better and had the chance to make things right, the ones whose boots touched the soil of celestial bodies and then chose to sacrifice each other on an altar build of metal and gold.”