(03-23-2024, 09:56 AM)mikesez Wrote: So Grandpa, you came up in the days before the civil war when we could still vote for who we wanted to vote for.  Did you see the end coming?
Oh yes, grandson, yes I did.
What did you do about it?
I sat back and laughed at the folks trying to warn me about where it was all heading.
Why?
Well buddy, I was comfortable in my job.  I figured I'd be fine either way.  I figured a few long guns would keep me safe,  but they ended up being pretty much irrelevant against drone swarms.
What was your job?
Managing freight trains.
The railroad still worked back then?
Oh yes, all the way to Atlanta and on to Charlotte.
And the horde wouldn't capture them on the way?  They wouldn't be stopped at the border?
Oh no, buddy, there was no horde.  And no borders.
I can't imagine, grandpa.

"What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing; Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king."