A slow, sweeping pan across the bored, static faces of the immortal leaders. Dust motes dance in a single beam of light. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Skello: "Progress would slow to a crawl. With no new generations to challenge the old ways, the same ideas would echo for eternity. Imagine listening to the same song... forever." No background music.
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