EMMA – 2032
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We lost. My generation.
My parents and grandparents were either unable or unwilling to do enough to change the world. And my generation was too late.
And now it is here. Just saw a vid in Meta about the hurricane that smashed New York. Well, its sister smashed Bangladesh the month before. And before that, the Summer Olympics were drowned in rain. In Brisbane, for God’s sake.
The world is heating up and there is no way back.
What do I do about it when it’s too late to do anything to stop it? How do I stop hating my parents, or people like them?
Should I have kids?
All of these things are crazy. I should not have to think about them. I’m only 26.
But there it is. There is only the struggle now.
What will my struggle look like, now that the enemy has broken the gates?
I don’t know. I only know that I can’t give in to what I feel.
In a nutshell, I choose life. That’s all you ever can.
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