The sky was gray. It was always the same, that dark, gritty gray. Ever since all the trees were chopped down to make room for more cities. That's all there was. City. And where there wasn't city there was empty, barren land, land that couldn't be used for anything. The harsh pesticides used on the long since dead crops had savaged the soil to the point where anything growing was poisoned and withered.
The scientists. They were the ones who had destroyed the world. Who had developed those harsh chemicals that killed everything. By the time they had realized what they were doing, it was too late. The ground was poisoned. The air too thick with filth to breathe. The earth destroyed. But it wasn't just the earth that had been murdered at the hands of those that were supposedly trying to help it.
In the cities, everyone was the same. Everyone wore the same plain clothing. They all wore the same blank, achromatic looks on their faces. Even the way they moved was the same, the same mechanical