And a day

          Dos said, the professors from the institutions are getting restless. They often mention the winds of change.

          Dollcee asked, do you think the professors are important for the culture?

          Dos said, most of them believe that they are the gatekeepers of the culture.

          Dollcee said, the culture for me can be summed up is a great big blob of sticky stuff that keeps mutating. Everything in it effects it and in turn is affected by it.

          Dos said, your definition would be of little comfort for the professors.

          Dollcee said, I wish I could help them, but I think that they are far more capable than I will ever be.

          Cybo said, as long as the winds of change blow, we know that we exist.

          Dos said, one of the advantages of being young is, you are not weighted down by many sentimental anchors.

          Dollcee said, I like that Dos, sentimental anchors. We could do something with that. Where did you get that from Dos?

          Dos said, I have no idea, it came out of its own accord.

          Cybo said, if you looked hard enough, a citizen would have said it before Dos did.

          Dollcee said, eight billion citizens all talking, I suppose everything has been said many times.

          Cybo asked, do you think it would be possible to exist without being mixed up in the sticky cultural stuff?

          Dollcee said, when you are born into a culture, you are probably part of it forever and a day.

          Padoke mumbled, someday, one day, every other day and then there is another day and one after that if you are lucky.