Toby placed the final domino with care, licking the bottom edge so that it would stand just right. He had carefully spaced each domino, leaving a gap equal to the width of his pinky. The mesmerizing sequence, of one domino tipping the other as it navigated the spiral, was art in his eyes.
With the last one in place, he waited for his pop-pop to avert his eyes from the TV. Pop-pop was watching the news again. All the news cycles in Utopia had been hijacked by the Congressional sessions discussing Arch-Seer Rowena’s foretelling that Utopia would see ruination in the next 50 years. Needless to say, all of Utopia was mildly perturbed by the gloomy news. Not Toby, though. Being seven years old gave him the confidence to believe he was indestructible.