I am outlawed because I disagree.

I am outlawed because I disagree. The Green Zones have the food and wealth and power. It is there I must go to survive. I sneak in, blend in, heartily agree with their sentiments, then sneak back out to where I can breathe. But the green zones are shrinking as the Outland Zone spreads. How do they reconcile our deaths with their good fortune? By declaring themselves Holy. How do you tell a good person from bad? Easy. A good person has food. They build walls of stone and men and hate, feeling that may keep them safe.

But no one is safe on a dying planet.