© 2000 Damon Diehl,
Marg Frey, Greg Gbur,
Bryce Graves-Hurst
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A story about... Overpopulation
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Some late student maybe, judging the effect of the newest shade of twighlight blue on the average mood of residents. You could get to hate them if you really thought about it. A lot of people did. I heard, though, that it was just as bad out there. Worse, maybe. At least we had no responsibilities. No burdens. Whether the world lived or died wasn't up to us. It was somewhat comforting.
Halfway to the entertainment center, a sense of futility stilled any further wanderlust. I headed back to bed. Tina was awake and watched me come up the stairs. I paused to wave and smile tiredly. She whispered, "I don't like the new color." I nodded, "Yeah. Neither do I. Go back to sleep." She watched me recede up the stairway and settled herself back on the floor, shutting her eyelids tightly, denying her eyes.
The End (the sum total of Damon's contribution because he liked Marg's ending so much)