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Meg Elison
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January 10 - January 12, 2023
Nobody chooses to be a victim, but after a lifetime of practice, it just happens.
He has to see the situation. The logic is so simple. “Look, there are too many men here, and not enough women. Didn’t it occur to you that the elders are trying to get rid of you?” Chet looked hurt. “Why would they do that? All we have is each other.” “Because sooner or later you’re going to fight over the women. There will be affairs. Unless more women join you, it’s inevitable. The elders are just trying to even up the score.”
She gave up. She wasn’t sure why she had tried in the first place. There is no argument to be had with faith.
It does no good to tell a beautiful woman how beautiful she is. If she already knows, it gives her power over the fool who tells her. If she does not, there is nothing that can be said to make her believe it.
Dusty did not want to hope. She tried to keep hope out of her, shutting all the doors and locking them with the keys of reason and evidence and precedent. Still, she could feel it seeping in, incorporeal and deathless, refusing to be refused.
extrapolate
Out in the lost world were hundreds of soldiers who had been sent abroad before the end of it all and could not be brought home. In the wilds of Afghanistan and the ancient cities of Iraq, they were making their way. At bases in Europe, they were holding their ground against the locals only by firepower. When that ran out, they would be taken. Peace corps kids in Africa realized they could not swim home, would never see home again.
His last thought was that to die in such peace in a world like this was the most privileged and selfish act he had ever committed.
They lit candles against the dark and waited. Without birth, life is only that wait.
A small army of women ranged across Wales, taking heads on horseback, led by a woman who called herself Buddug.

