even the rain in the rocky mountains is plastic. the air is plastic and the molecules on the alveoli of our lungs, and the plasticity of our addled brains will be replaced with, literally, plastic. and technology will never nurture us. we will look back and we will have turned into plastic figurines. maybe a new species of giant will one day discover us and play games with us reminiscent of the games we once played as children with little figurines made of plastic to resemble us.