Hippocampus Plasticus

What If?

What if,
What if they came to you
For you
And completely relandscaped your home?
How would you feel?

Devestated? Angry?

Scared?

What would you do if they released self-activated murder weapons on your solid land?
Would it be as solid as you'd think it is?

Or would it just not take any more?

Where would you go, if all of your livable space was taken? Would you live in the trees?

No. Deforestation took them away. But you did not think of that when you cut them down for the sake of aesthetics.

Would you live in the sea?

No. Plasic lives there, roams freely on the disturbed rythm of the waves.

So where would you go?

Who would you turn to when your family has been killed by those Weapons of Destruction?
Your friends? Neighbours? Yourself?

The only thing you'd have left is the raging guilt Pollution brought along with it. The guilt you brought along.

So would you survive it, at all?

No.

This is our shared fate, caused by your not-so-concious choices.

They're exploring unnecessary things. For instance, what good does exploring space do, if you could put the same amount of money, manpower and effort into making our Blue Marble clean again?

We're all part of the Chain. Humans too. So if we die, we'll somehow affect your life, and eventually, yours will be taken by your own ignorance.

Change the world. Change yourself.

Because if you do not, the only friend you'll have left is the mess your race left behind for you to clean up on your own.

So, gather all your friends. Make them concious. Change.