People found greenery amid the ruins: by transplanting a substance called living glass, they could cultivate plants inside their bodies.
They won back their environment.
But was it right?
Then was it wrong?
Who knows? No one knows.
An artist I know wanted to draw a comic and asked me to write the story. In the end, she didn't take part, and I didn't do a very good job with the rest of it either. I wanted to write about the despair of individuals in a cyberpunk setting, but I still have the same old problem: I write too much in one go, and the quality drops later on. Maybe I'll take it out and write it again someday.
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