Merica Watcher
I am forbidden to tell the residents of a planet about their future. It is their business. But I can pass on stories set in the future that do not give much away; stories that leave the ending as ambiguous as their beginning; stories about only one of many futures that you can have on this planet. Here is a story that, like others I am giving you, is from a future that may or may not happen, even though it already has—but only if the majority want it to happen.
I leave you with that paradox and skip the first part of this story from not very far into a future; how the author got where he was and his experiences up to the point where he is now—walking in the dawn hours in a Canadian town.
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I ducked involuntarily at a sudden loud snap somewhere overhead. It was one of t
