Last spark from the ashes

Blaze nods in agreements. So far they've been heading down one of the better-traveled roads leading away from the Plaza. Blaze wants to get some distance quickly, and starting from a relatively familiar thoroughfare will give Adia an easy way to find their route again. That said, there's a bit of smog on the breeze, and the buildings around them are slowly beginning to include less cafes and clothing stores, more mechanics and wholesalers. They're headed for the heart of the Industrial District.

"Well, I haven't seen one. But I'm pretty sure we have them. Something's got to pollinate all the flowers. Maybe folk down in the City keep them."

The two bots exchange a troubled look. How is humanity to begin rebuilding on such a world? What good is that going to do a wounded soul?

"It's no place to rebuild," Blaze says. "Even the Cylons oughta see that. Maybe they're too afraid to look for anywhere better, but could you even adapt the planet for habitation?"

"I'm not so sure that would suit the Cylons," Ghost observes with quiet disapproval.