“Do you see what they’re doing?” she asked.
“Yes,” he sighed. “Nothing will be left of America. Not even statues like us, maybe a few buildings, at least for awhile.”
“They seem unable to learn. We thought we were all that, remember? People treated us like gods and goddesses, waited on us hand and foot, and now look at us. We’re nothing by a tourist attraction, a reminder of what once was.”
“At least the weather’s nice.”
“True, but our power and civilization was destroyed by the same things that people are doing to themselves today.”
“All powerful cultures eventually disappear. They’re simply replaced by another one that’s destined to fall as well.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she agreed. “I just wish they’d give us something to drink.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s really hot out here.”