�Our world is sick, boy. Very sick. A virus got in a long time ago and we've got so used to its effects, we have forgotten what it was like before we became ill.� I'm talking about the cities, see? Human cultures were originally homeostatic; they existed in a self-sustaining equilibrium, with no notions of time and progress, like we've got. � Then the city-virus got in. No one's really sure where it came from or who brought it to us, but like all viral organism, its one directive is to use up all available resources in producing copies of itself � More and more copies until there's no raw material left and the host body, overwhelmed, can only die. � The cities want us to become good builders. Eventually, we'll build rockets and carry the virus to other worlds. �

De: The Invisibles /say you want a revolution / Grant Morrison