Consciousness Cannot be Returned

A Wolf Among Sheep

"Specifically the smell. That's what bothers me, He paused, momentarily glancing at the index cards he held, he spoke, Confidently whispering "the people,...the animals...the city they live in, It smells of their Desperation, of their Misfortune. In a fake passion he yelled, sorrowful  "That's why they shoot themselves, they live the lives of dogs, of cats, and the vermin they are, they all eventually end it, they spare themselves the agony. They end it"

*Books close and the auditoriums doors open and bathe the room in light as Mr. Prosperity's speech ends*

Mephistopheles University was the leading researcher on why the poor where offing themselves, Prosperity, though he shouldn't be, was the head of that very research department. Everyone in the department knew why the poor killed themselves, they didn't understand, or even care for that matter, all they knew was that they were being paid.
Either way it didn't matter, the cause was fake, a means of connecting with the poor. The public was in outrage, their their lives up in flames, they themselves were going nowhere, and heading there fast. Prosperity knew this as well as the public, and the rest of the scholars did, and for one reason or another, He didn't care.
Prosperity was like the other aristocrats, living in the hills outside of the vermin's cage, the The University lived within the cage, and as such he had to commute through the streets to get to his "home away from home" . The streets were dirty, they smelled, in fact they reeked, the town was called providence, although it was a slum, the inhabitants hated it. Passionately the protesters preached and screamed their beliefs. Prosperity made notes "these false truths might be useful to my next speech" he chuckled as he told his butler, whom was driving the limousine.
Prosperity thought himself above the other aristocratic inhabitants of the college, With his hands in his tan pockets, he might actually speak up, A smile on his face, and give speeches about the poor, if only to turn around and mock them, and put them in a cage, in a kennels, slums, "apartments".