Merlia Ann
It is the end, I think. After so long, humanity has reached its end. I’m not as horrified as I’d predicted, some three hundred years ago. When the human species became the recessive gene in our reproductive process, or when people began manipulating their biology to be capable of their particular niche in droves, I saw an oncoming apocalypse, but it was much more grim than this. We had those who could manipulate metal with mere gestures, who needed not the forges of old. We had wise chemists who could make any medicine, millions upon millions of cure-alls brilliant and beyond any of my knowing, I must admit. Some of which still sit on my she...
