"Depends really on how you see it," Jo said, devil's advocate, even though she'd turned that over in her head a thousand times. Even though she really got tired of the existence and nattering people she was about to partially defend. "For some of them this is a bit toss back in time, and they hardly understand how to do anything here, even find food. While others have never seen anything as sophisticated as that dilapidated, falling apart, little village."

Really, that being 'it' was subjective. Even if what they did with it shouldn't have been, and a lot of people made it anyway.
It was why she had little patience with a lot of them. Especially the ones settling down and settling it.

Choosing to trust in the hand that had already swept them in and locked them away.



"And now there's the boxes." Jo added, with a frown.
"Playing with giving people things they need." Beat. "Or think they d--- what the fuck?!"

Jo'd stopped, midsetence and midstep, as the area opened up. An area that should have been utterly empty, except for the general floral and fauna of this perverse, little creepy, place. And it suddenly wasn't. There were suddenly things there she very much did not remember and that no one has reported on. Oddly shaped. Tall, and small, and covered in weedy, overgrown. But grouped together.