There really aren't any "outsides" anymore. Just places to keep all the insides in.
I thought this while walking down a part of main street that had been covered by giant awnings. They did, indeed, seem to be simply a way of giving the outdoors a sort of perspective.
Then, this also occurred to me: You really don't see any badlands anymore. Unless, of course, it's a misnomer. You don't see any places called Badlands where the only residents are hideously deformed and/or corpsified. No. Now, you go to a place called Badlands and can expect to find at least one bar with the best whiskey in town and quite a few large, wide men named Ted.
It's rather depressing, really. I don't so much blame the people who want to nuke us anymore. Now I just wish they'd read their scifi a little more thoroughly.
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