The catacombs could not be reached, except through a door in the inner room that only the priest could unlock. And he wasn’t exactly the priest’s favorite person. He let the palm of his hand graze the top of each pew as he walked down the side aisle.
A peppy guide on the train tells us every detail we never wanted to know as we pass certain landmarks of the war or the rebuild program. I was too young to remember much of the war, but I remember my parents dying in it and the same explosion scarring my face.
He had performed every diagnostic imaginable on the system. Any conceivable scenario where a malfunction could cause catastrophic failure or death had been meticulously eradicated from the programming.
To some, they had a boring life full of predictability and mundane activity, but they didn’t see it that way. To them, every day was an adventure into the heart of the other, an exploration into a sea of the infinite responses of love.
They turn a blind eye to convictions. They devour each other. Without the wars, we would’ve just continued lying to one another. In my opinion the chemicals just revealed our true nature.