“You know, I don’t have a car. I haven’t had one in like 30 years. I grew up with them, like many of us. I thought they were the best thing in the universe when I was younger. I mean, the freedom to go »anywhere.

But I just got back from a walk. At night. And I have to tell you that, around here? Those things are »actual demons. Look at their faces at night. And their backsides. Those things »eat living planets and hitchhike on us like viruses of enormous size. They surround our ‘blocks’ in an way entirely similar to what you’d see if you looked at a cell being attacked by viral parasites.

You have to »literally kill off »most of the terrain just for them to become a viable option for transit. Everything must be paved. And anything alive on that pavement doesn’t stay that way long.

Those are »actual demons. We killed the children of distant others to fill them with fuel, we obliterated entire living histories and futures to multiply them endlessly. Actual vampires look precisely like automobiles. In an indigenous language, such a travesty would have a name that means ‘it kills by moving, it kills by standing still’.”

— an anonymous informant