They don’t
talk about it anymore.
Ever since the third wave,
it was considered a dud,
and…Oh, God.
A dud.
A failure.
When people stopped dying,
when they became adults,
when women started having children again,
they considered the project a failure.
These children,
born into bleakness.
What will they ever know?
What can they ever learn about real life?
A mercy, they called it.
As if mercy
had anything to do with it.
As if they
had any grasp on the concept.
As if they
cared.
