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My grandchildren will read The year had already passed, By the time they were born, To stop climate change. I don't know how they will get the information. I don't know when they will get the information. I don't know from what or whom it will be delivered, Or how it will be communicated. I'm sure the news won't and shouldn't come from me; Although it came duplicitously from me, and others; Driving them everywhere, flying around, BBQing animals. And all the entrapments of a twentieth century middle class life. The grandkids will have serious questions, Like Why? I have loved you to death. Will there be any to answer When the signal arrives in 2070?
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
Fermi Paradox, 2070
My grandchildren will read The year had already passed, By the time they were born, To stop climate change. I don't know how they will get the information. I don't know when they will get the information. I don't know from what or whom it will be delivered, Or how it will be communicated. I'm sure the news won't and shouldn't come from me; Although it came duplicitously from me, and others; Driving them everywhere, flying around, BBQing animals. And all the entrapments of a twentieth century middle class life. The grandkids will have serious questions, Like Why? I have loved you to death. Will there be any to answer When the signal arrives in 2070?
francie-lynch
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
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