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[Buffy didn't know Hotspur -- beyond what she could see of his transmissions -- but that doesn't stop her from caring, in part because she's her and in part because that's just...a truly horrific way to die. So she does what she's used to doing: she writes a poem. She sees that poetry could be a touchy subject, given the preponderance the smiley grants it, but its been around and offering comfort to people for thousands of years longer than the smiley has been taunting them with it. She won't let that thing take it from them.

She's torn between reading out the poem to mark the difference, that this comes from a person with a heart and a soul, but she doesn't want her patterns of pronunciation to guide the words.]

"Hotspur"

So gone, so lost, so driven out
So far from home, so close to doubt
Whereby, what for, how and why?

What he made here we won't let go
This knowledge that we have to know
Here to live or come to die.

What hope have we, for what we've lost?
What can we gain for what it's cost?
"Once he was," we can but cry.

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And what of humanity? Did it follow the same lines of old movies? [ Is it just zombies or is it zombie apocalypse? ]

We're still around. The world's changed some, but we're not facing any kind of mass extinction.

Changed how? Massive threat aside.

The news isn't just 'traditional media' anymore, parts of the world have been abandoned to zombies -- like India, and Alaska -- and there are a lot more blood tests to make sure we're not infected. People don't like gathering in large groups. We don't eat beef or pork any longer.

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