The summer evening was slowly settling down with an aura of fake fireflies against the cloudy sky. It was as if God had come down and setup flashy plastic neon strips in the atmosphere the likes of which any Las Vegas casino would envy. Neon pink and purple, light permeating the panoramic scene. In short it was magnificent.

In the distance a smoke stack slowly whittled its way into the heavens, penetrating the atmosphere, adding to the purple clouds, augmenting the synthetic odor which hung in the air. The evening was humid, and the earth sighed heavily as acid droplets were painfully inhaled. In the end the smoke might win, but only to its own demise. That is the ultimate reality. What goes up must come down. What begins must end. Only the process was infinite.

The vegetation around thrived on the dirty dampness and unnatural illumination. Soon the temperature would drop and the fungus would awaken, taking in the chill of the evening. They had long ago learned the secret of using the radiation in the ground to build large mushrooms which thrived and maintained them. Even the concrete with all its chemicals and imperfections had become useful. There was no waste for the waste was organic, and the organic thrived.

In the distance a single green weed tried desperately to cling to the life which stifled its existence. It choked and wheezed, feeling the last of its moments spent on survival. In one final dramatic breath the plant expired, leaving behind only small dry seeds at its feet. They too would suffer a similar fate. This sort of thing happened a lot these days. But the vegetation had grown immune to this kind of suffering. It was all part of evolution, and evolution favored them. Their time had come.