On blackboards. A craven scream. Most of the population of the planet had killed themselves. And their children. These would be the lucky ones. We got left here. We were pockets of scribes and tribes. We would kidnap you, throw you into a van pushed and wrapped with duck tape the scribe class were hunters of Try It With No Electricity We Are what is left but what is left for whom. Who wants to live inside a dumpster where Homo sapiens feed. People insisted that there was hope. Always sucking the cock of Jesus, and afterwards, swallowing.