Borderless (Analog #2)

by Eliot Peper

“The Romans, the Mongols, the British, they all knew what it meant to see inherited glory rust away to nothing. America peaked in the final years of the twentieth century, its enemies defeated and its strength uncontested. My rule of thumb is that if a blowjob constitutes a national crisis, then you’re at the very top of your game. Ever since, we’ve been holding on like an athlete who refuses to retire. It’s all a little sad, really.”