Oh, no, I have but it is not...it is not designed. Initially. Like that.
[He can feel the judgement - he doesn't react in kind with annoyance, but still looks mildly disgruntled at the thought that, well, people wouldn't get it. Its an altogether bizarre thought. People would what, ask for flaws? Vote for them ad nauseaum? No, no. It doesn't make sense.]
[He lets out a little rattling cough, voice hoarse as anything as he gestures.]
The road doesn't want. The people? The people want. It's all about...whim, you see. [Maybe he has to explain this like one would to a child, he thinks.] In our grand...city, that place, Cloudbank, the populace votes. They ask for bridges. Fairways. Buildings. They switch out old for new, regularly, frequently, so very frequently. So a road doesn't exactly...stiiiick around for a while. To form cracks, you know. It's simply...switched out! Just like that.
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[He can feel the judgement - he doesn't react in kind with annoyance, but still looks mildly disgruntled at the thought that, well, people wouldn't get it. Its an altogether bizarre thought. People would what, ask for flaws? Vote for them ad nauseaum? No, no. It doesn't make sense.]
[He lets out a little rattling cough, voice hoarse as anything as he gestures.]
The road doesn't want. The people? The people want. It's all about...whim, you see. [Maybe he has to explain this like one would to a child, he thinks.] In our grand...city, that place, Cloudbank, the populace votes. They ask for bridges. Fairways. Buildings. They switch out old for new, regularly, frequently, so very frequently. So a road doesn't exactly...stiiiick around for a while. To form cracks, you know. It's simply...switched out! Just like that.