In the summer of 2026, there was a crowd walking down the street. It was a normal crowd, like every other one that had existed for countless millennia. A mass of people walking down the sidewalks, in the streets, coming in and out of stores. Adults, teens, children families, singles. Americans, Arabs, Mexicans, Europeans. The light-hearted and the broken hearted. The loved and the hated. The hopeful and the blessed. To people who weren’t used to crowds, this would seem amazing, but it wasn’t. It was just a crowd. They were always like this. Nobody cared about the people in the crowd, because they were sheep. They walked in the same directions, seemingly to the same place. There was nothing special about those people.
There is nothing special about crowds is there?
