Into the gleaming future. Episode Five.

They’ve taken back cordiality, rituals, colours.
Some people, retracting to the back of their minds, started to recognise each other by smell, like dogs.
Hybrids - sons and daughters to sin, under any light -, they walked with their heads held high, mingling with the crowd. The limbic smiles returned.
The reptilian nightmares were just around the corner.