To replace Moloch the devourer, we invoke Mammon, the god of luxury. From Pluto's rape of Persephone is born Plutocrat with his deadly toy Plutonium. Everywhere are signs of collapse. Pour on chemicals and plants grow weak. Deform animals till they're too fat to fuck and so stupid they drown in the rain.
Generic diversity decreases-the biota hang from a shorter chain.
There is no such place. We are in deep denial. Injecting distilled spirits of dinosaurs, we're hooked. The sky cringes before the assault, but we won't give up driving. Let our children's children fry.