Technology is a blessing and a curse. Mia doesn't think about death. It won't happen. Not today. The population is small. Everyone else is wandering around, and she knows that they won't die for a long time. So why would Mia die today? She wouldn't. Irrelevant Poem A poem by Gorgen Frumoon Sweet child I wish to do an eatings of you But I may not Or the cops Will do an arresting So child, run Before you go out my bum. Thank