We are a race dying to meet our future, our society enforces the present. Our ranks are of that a suture; some taking leaping strides to posterity, other wishing to be contemporaries of transpired era. These classes never falter in position. Never trespassing unto each other.
The ones who would to accelerate their extinction envy the simplicity of their anemoic counter-parts. The ones who shun the world for abandoning said simplicity bite their thumbs at the common stupidity.
The caste built upon the enmity between the classes is strict. The forward thinkers criticize backward ones for their lack of "knowledge" of these popular "trends"; and the backwards could care less for the mind-numbing conflict-creating activities the forwards embrace. the forwards are about their sense of individuality and entitlement to basic right while the backwards are happy whether they make a difference or not, known by many or few, skilled or lacking thereof. the backwards have an acute sense of manners and common sense while the forwards would simply say " screw it, I'm my own person you don't have to like me". The common lie of possibility of great success is spread amongst the populous of forwards. The backwards again have sense of the place in the world and are content with it.
