It won't happen
but already had
We laid down and looked at the stars, whatever our urban light pollution didn't blot out.
“So you were angry when you were young?” She asked.
“Yea, it was all the fault of some nebulous powers that be, humongous and all-powerful, the top of the hierarchy beyond the reach of even commoners of some limited talent amongst all of us.”
“And you are not so angry now?”
“I guess.” I admitted, a bit sheepish for my past waste of juvenile passions. “Now my ageing affords me a more effective slow burn towards radioactive half life.”
She could hear the smirk in my tone. “Too many have hanged from their own enough rope, and will continue doing so into future times unknown, that I can accept there are only humans, often fallible and arrogant, mostly in denial and wilful indifference, especially at the apex, almighty in delusion.”
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