General Observation It's dark. I can hear the whirring of my computer. The light pollution obscures the night sky. I can see no stars. Oh, the stars. The stars. Where are they? Hiding. Hidden. Hidden by our abilities to create light that overpowers their brilliance. Our abilities are too much for this planet to bare for much longer. It's falling apart. Melting. Breaking. But we live on. Survive. We try to help and we succeed. We succeed. With less cars. With less light soon enough. We will control our abilities. We are a mature race. We can take back what we have started. And we can succeed.