When a person can only put a few decades at most into something they've tried to design it's really no wonder it all falls short of expectations.

"A small number might be deserving," the other says after a pause, sounding thoughtful, gaze turned back to the screen and its insipid story. "Which undercuts my declaring them all rabble, but one might find a handful who are ... not mortal at all and show interesting promise; I haven't yet decided if they still qualify as part of the unwashed masses or are capable of being taught." Which had come to a serious surprise to Fandaniel, but not an unwelcome one. "The rest may be left to wallow in ignorance. Spending time making something worthwhile will take longer than they'll even exist, and thus the effort would be wasted."

There was potential, and that's enough for him. "There's a prequel to this. It's precisely as terrible as you think."