Talk

X: So, are we safe? Nobody’s listening?

Z: Yes, nobody’s listening. We can talk.

X: Fine. I bet you didn’t hear about those unexpected incidents happening right in the capitol. 

Z: I didn’t. Enlighten me.

X: Some people got themselves indignant about the politics we are running in the city. They vandalized some things, but that’s not really the case. It is their pretentiousness that disgusts me and the bypassed border that should be not crossed that worries me. History repeats itself, and it is not a good forecast for us.

Z: Folk often want things to change, and I see nothing wrong in that. After all, this nature of our actions led us so far. 

X: There is nothing wrong in craving for change, rather in the reason and actions undertaken for that change to come true. Do you know what they have demolished the city for?

Z: For what?

X: For an ideology, that the concrete containers that once stored precious water, crucial for our survival, are now holding us back in the past, making society unable to grow. They ain’t here to make us grow, they are here to make us live.

Z: What stops us from change? We have lived in a harsh, concrete reality for eighty years. It was four generations ago, when climate catastrophe forced us to strive for every cup of water. We have changed since then, we walked forward, though it was painful with every step. We can leave the past behind us.

X: And this is what bothers me. Those who do not know the history, repeat it. It happened countless times before, it happened before the fall of our civilization, and it is happening now. We cannot become fragile, we cannot forget from where we came, and what we have  done to survive. But we are softening, and I cannot let that happen.

Z: So what do you plan to do?

X: A disaster, putting us on the edge again. Disaster planned so precisely, that inevitable end will leer on us, yet it’s hand won’t make it to take us all from this world. It will be a reminder about what we have been through, and suppression of folks’ urge to fall into a soft hand of comfort.

Z: But who are you to decide about the fate of thousands? Who are you to think, that you alone can outsmart the nature of society? Do you really believe that you are capable of stopping the progress, an inherent part of the human race? Think about it.

X: Fine point, I must admit. It seems that both edges of the blade are inevitable consequences of functioning society. One cannot stop progress, and progress cannot be stopped from leading civilization to it’s end. I will reconsider my further steps. That’s it for now.