does anyone else fail? Among all the flesh and bone, bodies mixing and drifting apart, is failure even possible? Or, it is just a safety line, an anchor into an orderly past?
When was it going to happen? What would be left smoldering in a dead or near dead world left behind? Would it be enough to make survival, crawling out from shelter into a scorched universe, reeking with poison gases, worth it? Probably, it would be so bad, you’d take a deep breath gladly and have your spirit taken out to wherever God would have you, an angry as hell God too, you know, aware you participated in the detestable train wreck in formal apparel known as civilization.
I recall that ridiculous pissing contest among men in suits over who had the most terrifying annihilation options to shove at the other, our crazy generals versus those pledging allegiance to the late Soviet Union, in the chilly decades in shadow after World War II. The players were overheated juveniles old enough to shave, the adrenaline of imagining mass murder addictive, both superpowers, not to mention an envious China, determined to convince the world it had the biggest bombs and greatest willingness to drop them, if anyone was asshole enough to push them too far.
Neither Ginny nor I caught that bug.
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