"Some species apparently adapted to these outside conditions--" Such as news of some flower beyond the barrier, or those spiders. "--But you are... right, it would take a very long time. Thousands and hundreds of thousands of years, in my world."
She pauses thoughtfully.
"Something like that is happening here in this world, only instead of a vast darkness, there is an toxic atmosphere that completely inhibits growth outside the barrier... to the point that it obscures the sky above." She looks up at him then. He is a man of many ambitions, some of which sound completely reckless to her, but not once has she heard him speak of failsafes, bailouts, or alternatives for any of his plans, or precautions in case he is effected. He's only mentioned risks. When he had been investigating the Scourge in his own world, even allowing someone to corrupt a god with one, did it ever occur to him that something could go wrong, or that his trust in designs or others would fall through, she wonders. "Did no country in your world make preparations for... failure to thrive?"
Humans aren't incapable of planning for doomsday-like scenarios, at least in the (first iteration) of her own universe: they had built a seed vault in the arctic to store a variety of species in the case of a fallout or unrelenting drought. The people here, too, cultivate species within their zoos and botanical gardens-- but even then the locals hadn't the foresight to see how things might go wrong to lead to this desolation.
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She pauses thoughtfully.
"Something like that is happening here in this world, only instead of a vast darkness, there is an toxic atmosphere that completely inhibits growth outside the barrier... to the point that it obscures the sky above." She looks up at him then. He is a man of many ambitions, some of which sound completely reckless to her, but not once has she heard him speak of failsafes, bailouts, or alternatives for any of his plans, or precautions in case he is effected. He's only mentioned risks. When he had been investigating the Scourge in his own world, even allowing someone to corrupt a god with one, did it ever occur to him that something could go wrong, or that his trust in designs or others would fall through, she wonders. "Did no country in your world make preparations for... failure to thrive?"
Humans aren't incapable of planning for doomsday-like scenarios, at least in the (first iteration) of her own universe: they had built a seed vault in the arctic to store a variety of species in the case of a fallout or unrelenting drought. The people here, too, cultivate species within their zoos and botanical gardens-- but even then the locals hadn't the foresight to see how things might go wrong to lead to this desolation.