Polycarbonate (inorganics)

[Quinton Maxwell]

There was a great change that occurred with a rapid pace. Soon all these people were replaced with automatons. Plant life had been replaced with grinding and whirring things that spun faster as you would near. Their purpose remains unknown to me. The people go about their daily routines. Not dissimilar from how they did before. Only now they are more efficient in doing it. They are better at being human than us. They do not fight, they do not argue, they share, and are unconcerned for the most part for their own well being in arduous situations. Somehow I have survived the cleansing. I truly fear for my safety. They have not yet seemed to have noticed. I do not act much differently from them. I follow strict patterns and organize accordingly. They are collaborators and so am I. We get along. They may recognize me for what I am, but if they do they might not care. Seeing how rigid I am and knowing that I am the last, they won't have to take any action. All they have to do is wait. I suppose I am waiting too. I am waiting. Yet nothing happens.