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The world those randos proposed didn’t sound so bad to me. No war. No starvation. No figuring out what you’d have to wear to school the next day. As if Dad was reading my mind, he continued: “What they want isn’t so much the scary part, it’s how they propose doing it.”
Equality’s good. But equality and sameness are two different things. Sometimes those who say things without really contemplating what it truly means … That dogma runs a thin line.
A huge moon lies partially above the horizon, while another moon half its size hovers just behind. It peeks curiously over the bigger moon’s shoulder, like a younger sibling. Above and behind them, a ringed planet glows yellow in the pale-purple sky. And high above them all, looking down, is the red dwarf, just like Dad said. It’s not as bright as Earth’s sun, but the jungle and lake bask in its golden glow.
“Without the Collective, there would only be war and famine. Our unity and agreement on all things ensures we will never return to the ways of conflict.” He holds up his bioloaf. “We will never starve, because the Collective has eliminated diversity and demand for more choices.”
What the Collective doesn’t understand is by honoring the past, our ancestors, our cultures—and remembering our mistakes—we become better.
I know stories can’t always have happy endings. But if there are chances for us to do better, we have to say out loud the parts that hurt the most.
