So, on these crowded, bustling, and packed streets of Memorial,
among the citizens who are seeking comfort through devices,
participating in the rise and fall of the Beautiful Ones,
there is a quiet force that is gathering whirlwind momentum.

Dismantle’s most active members have been bubbling among them,
the entire time all have been ignorant to the production - 
a revolution that has promised to be radical enough
to ensure the change of the entire city population.

But upon observation of the general population
it’s not surprising that this has slipped under their daily radars -
“revolutions” come and go in Memorial’s short history
and none ever truly affect the bulk of the youth they’re aimed at.

The members of Dismantle come from old lives of old conventions,
from before technology was deeply ingrained in daily life.
Those who participate in this revolution, but weren’t born yet
feel that warm sense of belonging that they wish others could witness. 

Their world - a place without the technology that distracts people,
where the mind is left to wander and wonder about things unknown,
where people are left alone with all of the towering buildings
and glowing ads and leafleters and heralders screaming products.

That’s what the revolution promises to those who wish it true.
And perhaps it will even be a reality within reach.
Perhaps those involved will be smart and cunning enough to achieve,
and perhaps people will see the value these revolutionaries hold

But whether or not Dismantle finds success in their rebellion,
it can at least be said they have enough anger to make a boom.