Tonic

Before the Fall, minorities had their heyday. There was an advocacy group for every ethnicity, sexual deviation, belief and circumstance. If it applied to non-whites, women, non-Christians or relations not exclusively between one man and one consenting woman, then there was a group of people who practiced it and wanted equal rights because of it.

At the height of social decline, not only were there support groups and clubs of every practice imaginable, there was a television channel for it, and niche marketing geared toward Group X (Sometimes Group XXX).

Everyone floated in their own little world of, "Only me and ten-thousand other people are into this particular kink. Don't hate us because of it," that they didn't see what was right around the corner.

Authors had been talking about it for years. A couple thousand years. Starting with the Apostle John, down to Issac Asimov and even George Romero. Whether it was the Devil, Robots or Zombies, they all knew that something bad was coming, and it was society's splintered nature, its love of factions, that would facilitate its fall.

Well, they were all right, and look where we are now. Broken and bloody, and, predictably, still fractured into cells and divisions.

We deserve whatever we get, God.

Cheers.