Save Us...
“How are you feeling?â€
“Nervous. I mean, I just got here, and pretty soon I’m going to be gone? Just like that?â€
“Yep, just like that.â€
“It doesn’t seem fair. I have as much a right to be here as anyone else. I mean, there’s barely enough time to flesh me out in any sort of detail.†He brushed a piece of lint off of his shirt. “Jeez, it’s almost half-way through, and all they know is I’m a guy in a shirt.â€
“Yeah, I know, but there’s only so much he can do. It’s up to them to save us, now.â€
“That’s crap, and you know it. He could save us if he wanted to.â€
“Yes, he could, but he won’t. That’s not the point.†She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear.
“Well, what is the point?â€
“Community. Creativity. Imagination. Sure, he could write everything himself, and we’d be fine. But there wouldn’t be any sociology. There wouldn’t be any interaction.â€
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.â€
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure someone will save us.â€
“There’s not much time left.â€
“I know. But I’ve got a feeling.â€