Forsaken (P2 of 2)
(Continued from P1) It will be a race against the clock; the proverbial soft spot between a hard place and a rock. One trillion people would be obscene; 133 times more people than there are today, no way! Would be a nightmare, a real Solyent Green! And horrors like that would be the scene. One solace for sure, maybe a cure. Blow everything up by then, who's for sure? Well maybe cockroaches wouldn't mind. There will be more roaches than us, that's for sure. 320 million years that they've lived. Mankind only two; what gives? But I don't think those roaches are going anywhere soon. I don 't think they've ever been to the moon, but mankind has, so, I don't know.
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