YEAR 1987 Its a warm evening in a desert place. You walk down the street, seeing abandoned wolf cubs scattered about, some live in dens, some lie out there lifless and some resort to cannibalism. You don't feel a pang of guilt /emptiness, as it doesn't exist in this universe. you see the Dowah factory ahead, the loud hum of industrial machines and the cries of death the wolf cubs make. A lorry drives past, carrying some cubs before they're dumped into a shredder.Nobody cares, like you