The wilderness here adjoins a road, with a bus trundling one way or the other every five minutes, and a moped or truck less often than that. White chevrons indicate which way each lane of traffic is to go; there's a sidewalk, with a railing, but it doesn't look like it sees much use.
Lornell positively wiggles. "Maybe if I get really really rich I can pay people to breed them smarter if they aren't people already - wings - "
"Not as effectively as I would if my entire society were here but eventually I think! Or just take the wings - I'm not sure I'd be able to get them big enough to fly by myself but it's still very cool and I'd be awfully motivated - "
"How would you get them bigger than the crow you took them from? That doesn't seem like copying?"
"Maybe if it was a baby crow I could get them to grow . . . humans aren't people until older but maybe - something to do with eggs?? I'm operating on wishful thinking a bit."
"Huh. Well, probably one of the neighbors has a crow, I've seen a couple going in and out of windows."