Twenty-Second Century Blues
Chloe found Milo weeping by the ruins.
‘We’re so different from past civilisations,’ he said.
‘I feel sorry for them too. Assyrian, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, even the North American empires. In the end their hopes and dreams were dashed because they consumed finite resources. They were doomed by their own assumptions.’
‘No, I’m crying for us. Everything we make is recycled. When we’re gone, we’ll disappear without a trace. Animals and plants can become fossils, we’re denied even that. I want to leave a mark on eternity.’
I never realised archaeology could be so emotional, Chloe thought.