When All Is Said And Done (Part One)

Pat woke up feeling the same. Just a regular day. In fact nothing special would happen at all that day, or even that week. But it was lunch, ten days later that would really get him.

It was impossible for him to know, but Patriot Jones 461116 had just under 250 hours of life left.

At least how he knew it.

Doomsday groups, though (ironically) seemingly immortal, died down to a fringe murmur. It’s hard to convince any sane adult to believe in an arbitrary “end of the world” or the return of some religion superhero when the last of them died more than four million years ago.

It’s interesting to watch videos of the history of the planet.

Days when the earth was ravaged endlessly, and civilizations rolled themselves into dust. But that’s small scale thinking for you. Thinking no one would notice if they borrowed someone’s future, or mind if they did, thinking it didn’t matter that some had it all. Some.

Sure, sharing the planet has it’s down points, but once we figured it out, we were sorted.

“Hey Pat,” my neighbor clamors for my approval on the most mundane, “did you hear?”

Last week Wick found a way of saving one tenth of a second in monthly production time. Doesn’t sound like much, but one tenth of a second adds up over a millennium. World Wide Water, unlike my employer, offers vacation time for anyone who shaves time. All I got was a pursed smile and eyes that furrowed. Didn’t even lift his head.

“Thanks, Pat.”

“So what should I do?”

Like I’m the expert.

“Twenty days off! I’da thought they’d want me to stick around and go for broke, maybe grab one point two, hell, even one point five. But no siree, ONE-POINT-OH is good for them.”

Some days living in the future wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Early science fiction found a rebirth as comedy, providing a few drops of insight into human optimism, spread generously over the laughs. I mean, teleportation? Please. You can’t recreate moving molecules! It’s like unshattering glass.

But we have managed quite an existence. Accidental deaths, though rare compared historically, balance out twins and accidental births.

Pregnancy permits allow for stable adults to reverse the fertility inoculation.

They found out the hard way almost a dozen times that the planet has a population capacity.

Aliens probably have our planet marked in some intergalactic encyclopedia.

Earth. Maximum seating capacity:

4 Billion

They say you don’t miss what you’ve  never had, but that’s all bullshit. Or maybe not. I think missing and wanting are two sides of the same emotion; missing just means you let it slip through your fingers the first time.

But the human being can change only so much. A bit taller here, a bit leaner there. It’s not clay.

It’s still 8 hours sleep, but most get by on six.

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