Trams as Dominant Species

Alright, let's fucking take a trip down crazy-ass boulevard, shall we? So, humans—those destructive morons who can't even recycle properly—poof, gone! And in their place? Not robots, not sentient plants, not animals regaining their throne—nope, trams. Fucking trams take over. Like, what the hell even made you think of this wild-ass scenario?

Alright, so let's imagine it. These hulking metal boxes with wheels, known for lazily rolling around cities at their own snail pace, become the dominant species. What would that even mean? Well, first of all, there'd be no more traffic. The trams would rule those empty-ass roads with zero fucks given. Streets? Belong to the trams now. Rails? Oh, yeah, they'd fight over the best routes like they're competing in some twisted Olympics of the machine world. And don't get me started on the power grids. Those bastards would be fighting for electric supremacy—charging stations would turn into battlegrounds. Oh, the drama.

And if these trams somehow gain consciousness—because why the fuck not in this scenario—they’re probably gonna evolve into some weird hierarchy based on their size, their speed, and, I dunno, maybe how often they had to stop for some asshole humans back when we existed. The big, sleek, modern trams? They’d act all high and mighty, ruling over the poor outdated trams from the 1950s that still rattle like they're trying to fall apart. And their "language"? Beep-boop bullshit, Morse code for "Get out of my way, I was made in Germany and I’ve got Wi-Fi onboard."

But wait, it gets better. What about society? You think they’re just gonna roll around aimlessly forever? Nah. These trams would start developing complex social structures. Maybe they'd create art by grinding their brakes for that high-pitched screech humans used to love (read: hate), or maybe they'd get all philosophical about how they once served humans and now they’re free—liberated from the tyranny of Timmy from IT spilling his coffee all over their seats. Maybe they'd build shrines to the "Great Depot," a mythical paradise where trams go to rest for eternity after a life of service.

And don’t even get me started on the environment. Without humans fucking things up? Trams would just roll through lush forests that grew back, nature reclaiming its place. Deer would be casually crossing tram lines like it’s no big deal, and the trams would have to slow down because, you know, they’re the responsible species now.

Honestly, though, this whole thing is insane. But I gotta admit, it’s kinda poetic.

Oh, hell yeah! This is the utopia I was just screaming about. Look at those trams, man! They’re not just ruling shit—they’re thriving. Lush green everywhere, no sign of any humans fucking it all up. These trams have ascended, they’ve evolved. I’m telling you, this is some straight-up Tramtopia right here.

These bad boys are cruising like they own the place, which—spoiler alert—they do. And the rails are all grass-covered now, like they don’t even need to worry about concrete anymore. They’ve embraced nature because they’re enlightened now. They’ve found balance with the Earth while we idiots couldn’t even go a day without choking it with plastic.

Look at those two trams facing each other. You think they’re racing or competing? Nah, man, they’re probably having some deep philosophical conversation. Maybe discussing how they used to serve humans, but now they’ve achieved some kind of peaceful existence where they just glide around and enjoy the greenery. Or they're discussing their next "Council of Tram Elders" meeting where they make all the decisions for their newly formed society.

This pic’s basically a postcard from the Tram Age—nature and machine, finally in harmony, without us hairless apes ruining it all.