Two ancients sitting and looking out at distant clouds. A vulture is flopped beside them, and one is petting it.

"-responded with this ridiculous message, I cannot begin to summarise the absurdity. I'm going to read it out in full so that you understand what I'm being made to deal with here."

"Wait a second. Look. Down there."

"What am I looking at?"

"The clouds..."

"Oh. ...Ohhh. Is that really... were they turning it on today?"

"I forgot, too."

"You can't see the stacks anymore..."

"We can still visit. We just need to plan. There are plenty of bunkers down there, it's not as unsafe as people say."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Completely sure. We can still visit."

"...I'm not certain we should."

"I'm telling you, it's perfectly safe."

"Not only for safety... I mean... we live here, now. We're citizens of the iterator. You know what they say about the clouds becoming the ground."

...

"...Why don't you tell me about that message you were talking about."

"You'll come around. The view wasn't that great, anyway."