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We are the humans; we are the gods; we and the planet are slightly at odds. The first point of business, to no one's surprise, is tweak our genetics so nobody dies. We'll mine all the clathrates from under the seas and heat up the planet by thirty degrees. You can't have a sink if you don't have a source; we're gonna mine all of the asteroids, of course. If our conservation continues so deft, we might have a couple of animals left. We'll savor the fruits of the trip that we're on. The great southern pole will have excellent lawn, and we'll tune or brains for perpetual bliss and robots will whisper that's nothing's amiss.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
Gods
We are the humans; we are the gods; we and the planet are slightly at odds. The first point of business, to no one's surprise, is tweak our genetics so nobody dies. We'll mine all the clathrates from under the seas and heat up the planet by thirty degrees. You can't have a sink if you don't have a source; we're gonna mine all of the asteroids, of course. If our conservation continues so deft, we might have a couple of animals left. We'll savor the fruits of the trip that we're on. The great southern pole will have excellent lawn, and we'll tune or brains for perpetual bliss and robots will whisper that's nothing's amiss.
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Missoula, MT
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
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