The horror of her impending doom had dulled. Yet the rogue voice wouldn’t be silent reminding her of the rash decision she had made to trade excessive life credits in a desperate hope to save her dying mother.
Hulohot looked every inch the warrior chieftain that he was as he finished applying the final coat of bark white stripes on his face. As he bared his teeth at the pool water, his deputy Chu-chu came running.
“I do wonder whether the ancients would feel a strong sense of déjà vu all over again, at least those who sat helplessly during a particularly prone period of climate change. Their inaction had led to the current state of affairs where one could no longer leave the air conditioned protected sanctuary of the smart buildings the residual human society lives in without protective clothing against the extreme temperatures that rage outside.”
Vespa sat looking at the scenery around. The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the trees cast an orange glow on everything. Yet, the river was bright blue. Vespa wondered if there could be any truth in what Grandma had said. No, it was impossible. She must be turning senile.