A Suburban HouseI followed the others a few paces behind thinking about what the present future looked like. Why, I wondered should the price of immortality be that you have to forget the past? The price of immortality is that your children will be mortal. How could a dog like Gypsy be immortal when children cannot? Why were people forced to die over and over again in a museum?
Horace shouted for me to hurry up, so I did and immerged into a narrow clearing, across from which was a series of differently styled fences, each with a gate and each with a house beyond. Like a suburban neighborhood from behind. The rain had slacked off again and the sun peeked out briefly, so everything sparkled with water drops.
A man emerged from a gate two houses to our right. He noticed us and waved.
Hora
