Nov 24, 2005 18:01
Thanksgiving 2536
I will miss this so, when I am munching a protein cube on my asteroid miner. Telling my partial clones tales about how once there was a race of men and women who, while assailed by all self-destructiveness of their poisonous culture and the inherent problems of an incumbent empire, were still polite enough to set a day of perfectly good profitable time aside to say "Thanks".
And when the clonelings ask me what they were so thankful for, I'll rattle off a list of subjects which will have little-to-no meaning for them, such as the lush garden of a planet they lounged upon, healthy sexual reproduction, pumpkin pie with apple butter and football teams.
The clonelings will laugh, and when I eject them into the cold void of space to die gasping and gurgling, I will make a concession that I'm thankful I control the airlocks as I decant the next batch of Timlets.