Status Updates From Moderan

…thanks to science, our once-dirty Earth-ball…coated with plastic, our hardly-used air…colored in beauty with a different hue each month…our once garbage-wrecked oceans frozen…and our temperatures as quiet and as changeless…through Season Control in Central…And the animals all are engined. While the trees in ersatz leap through the planned Earth holes and bloom us up “real” leaves…AH MODERAN!

Arsenals were tested anew. Things done were undone. The air got sicker; the streams ran not pure but pure danger— There seemed no chance for flesh-man, and his God seemed entirely silent wherever He was, wherever His white throne was. The HOPELESS signs were out everywhere.