Thugs.
Thugs.
But there's an exhausting anger to the small evils. The knowledge that yet *another* thing has been poisoned. Yet another field has been salted. A constant reminder that nothing is safe from the ouroboros of tech.
But there's an exhausting anger to the small evils. The knowledge that yet *another* thing has been poisoned. Yet another field has been salted. A constant reminder that nothing is safe from the ouroboros of tech.