“Do you have lucky genes, too?” she’d asked. “Do I?” “Only time will tell,” he’d say. Nina often wondered if she’d like the Earth one hundred years from now. The future could be a wondrous place of androids, cloned dinosaurs, and VR glasses. That’s what Nina wanted to believe. However, when the anxious hum of the evening news slipped into her bedroom, carrying prophesies of disease and pain, it seemed more likely that the future would be a place of nightmares. In her father’s words: only time would tell.
