On the day he was born, they tattooed the date of his death on his arm. His destiny was service and words like ‘freedom’ and ‘rights’ were absent from his vocabulary. Once past his physical peak, he would be euthanised and recycled into food, to feed others like him. Nevertheless, he served with enthusiasm. After all, were his masters not the greatest entrepreneurs of the old world, geniuses who foresaw the outcome of humanity’s recklessness? And so, in their underground bunkers, safe from the inferno above, the billionaires lived out their lives in the luxury they were accustomed to.
Jenny Logan
29/7/2022 01:23:48 pm
Brilliant story, Bill.
Mary Anne mc Enery
29/7/2022 03:35:45 pm
The truth is stranger than fiction.
David Lowis
29/7/2022 11:27:29 pm
Great, Bill. That's a whole novel distilled into a few words.
Sue Clayton
30/7/2022 07:47:47 am
A chilling tale filled that could be turned into a futuristic movie. Comments are closed.
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