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They dismissed it in that self-serving way parents often had of pretending anything they can’t solve is not really a problem.
Well, she could learn self-control tomorrow. Today she wanted pizza.
Love remained mortal, while we became eternal.
"For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that."
Scythes wished to be seen as the many facets of light, not of darkness.
The greatest achievement of the human race was not conquering death. It was ending government.
“I love you,” he said.
“Same here,” she responded. “Now get lost.”
The world has a talent for rewarding bad behavior with stardom.
If you’ve ever studied mortal age cartoons, you’ll remember this one. A coyote was always plotting the demise of a smirking long-necked bird. The coyote never succeeded; instead, his plans always backfired. He would blow up, or get shot, or splat from a ridiculous height.
And it was funny.
Because no matter how deadly his failure, he was always back in the next scene, as if there were a revival center just beyond the edge of the animation cell.
I’ve seen human foibles that have resulted in temporary maiming or momentary loss of life. People stumble into manholes, are hit by falling objects, trip into the paths of speeding vehicles.
And when it happens, people laugh, because no matter how gruesome the event, that person, just like the coyote, will be back in a day or two, as good as new, and no worse—or wiser—for the wear.
Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.
"My real name is Shawn Dobson. Will you call me that, Rowan? Will you call me by my real name?"
So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?
"Had she lived, who knows what she might have done. Perhaps she could have changed the world and redeemed her family name. I choose to be Scythe Anastasia. I vow to become the change that might have been."
I wonder what life will be like a millennium from now, when the average age will be nearer to one thousand. Will we all be renaissance children, skilled at every art and science, because we’ve had the time to master them? Or will boredom and slavish routine plague us even more than it does today, giving us less of a reason to live limitless lives? I dream of the former, but suspect the latter.
Hope in the shadow of fear is the world’s most powerful motivator.
So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?