By Hugh Mackey

We used to be great, you and I. Feared and respected. What more could one want? We had mastery over everyone, we thought. But time proved a greater adversary than we ever could have guessed.

For all our power, we were powerless over something as simple as a word. A word once whispered with fear, but then spit with hate, and then finally tossed out with indifference. Our feared symbol, now a tacky anachronism.

It could be worse. We could be alone. It's a cold comfort, this bargaining. Thinking as humans do. But even the immortal don't live forever.

Copyright (c) 2021 by Hugh Mackey

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