“There was a time when rivers ran free. There were tall plants, we called trees. The ground was brown and covered in solid patches of grass…” Grandpa Julius pauses, pulls off his fishing hat, adjusts in on his head. “You see at your age we had a wireless libraries. Lights powered all night long.”
Abraham looks at him with big eyes of a six year old.
“One day, the President had this device called a mouse. With one click, the war started. No-one knows why it happened. Some day maybe you’ll see a light, fake sun in your room” his voice falters.