When the Sun met Pollution

Many clouds were present on the sky, all with dark colors, filled with promises of a storm. They both sat on the middle of the huge green field, nothing around them as far as the eyes could see. Both of them were dressed as butlers, but more elegant and proud.

- You know Winston, I do believe these cigars to be be Cuban.

- Cuban? How can you tell, my dear Andrew?

- It’s the smell.

- I can’t smell it. The winds blows my face.

- Maybe if you’d sit facing me?

- I could not do that.

- Why not?

- Cause I would see your true face.

- Ahh, but my voice does not make you trust me?

- Voices are like songs. Nobody really knows what they tell.

- True enough.

- What are your plans?

- I will wait here for the storm to come.

- There won’t be any storms, Andrew.

- As soon as I shoot you in the back, the sky will start crying.

- The sky indeed loves me.

- You bring warmth and light. Sure it will.

- You know what my people asked me the other day?

- No. Do tell.

- They asked me “How can you expect us to believe in the sun, when you’re keeping us in darkness?”

- And what did you tell them?

- I told them, that it is you who is keeping me back.

- How rude. Haven’t I got a lot of problems with those ECO fighters?

- You’re smoke. You can disappear.

- I can’t. I’m too dense, you see.

- You carry too much hate.

- I was created by the humans who want to live in a world controlled by all these machines.

- Luxury needs sacrifices.

- Thus you can’t expect me to just sit and be.

- If you destroy me, then you will destroy they. Eventually.

- What do you mean, eventually?

- Let’s say you’re going to kill me here and now. They will find a way to resurrect me.

- With machines. That means they will make me grew stronger.

- But they will break you fro a time.

- Haha.

- Why don’t you allow me to leave right now, I could ask for help, and bury you and your sorrow forever.

- Are you planning to ask the help of Edward?

- Indeed.

- I killed him.

- You tried. Look around, there is still vegetation.

- Details, my dear Winston.

- Life manages to keep up with you.

- Sadly, yes.

- Now, time for the night has come.

- And yet you still live.

- Let us try this again in the morrow.

- Yes, good idea, indeed.