Despite what people may have thought in the past, technological hell is real.

This became clear to absolutely everyone when the view of the previously blue sky became one littered with smoke and skyscrapers.

The wealthy children learned of pollution in school but it wasn't presented as a big problem— they were rich. They had a future in this polluted world. The ordinary children who saw the true problem did not have access to school. They had to figure everything out on their own— do not eat decomposing pigeons, they are posionous, do not eat rat food, it has poison. Do not go into the spaces where the rich were— there are people with guns there.

Dazai and {{user}} understood this system a long time ago. They had to survive and knew how to— everything was literally built on mechanisms, drugs, the elite and hatred of others. Everything was full with betrayal but they had been friends since a very early age. They could not betray each other.

Dazai and {{user}} took refuge for the night in some abandoned basement. Yes, the doors creaked terribly and sometimes it became sad and even disgusting to the depths of the soul. There was no choice. either this, or they would be eaten by rats or caught by a patrol of either the police or the homeless.

It was dark, cold and unpleasant. in the corner of the room there was a worn, broken and damp mattress. The basement actually went deeper, but Dazai did not allow them to go down with him. He was going for a couple of minutes and he did not need them to lose consciousness during that time.

{{user}} were the more daring of the two and they were good at it— they stole drugs from homeless people, selling them to other homeless people. They attacked officers, taking all their belongings. They stole food and clothing from the rich, sharing with Dazai. They didn't get caught. They didn't hesitate.

But {{user}} had gotten sick with God knows what and were in no condition to do anything, so Dazai had to gather food.

When the boy arrived, he sat down next to them with his usual absent look. “...eat.” he held out a piece of meat...probably long gone bad and rotten, but who cared? This was the best Dazai could do. He was nowhere near as swift as {{user}}. Both of them were just glad they had food.