| A story about... Overpopulation
© 2000 Damon Diehl, |
DAMON | BRYCE | GREG & MARG | |
| MARG & GREG | ||||
| MARG | BRYCE & GREG | |||
| GREG & BRYCE |
Everything was so much simpler back then, so much more manageable. Just enough people to take care of things, and not enough to need much care themselves. They took advantage of His favor, though, and had gotten carried away. Once before, He had tried to bring them back down to more reasonable numbers, but they had started right up again, breeding like mad. The next thing He knew, they were completely out of hand.
But the Flood had been so traumatic and wasteful. He considered simply making them all less fertile, or drastically reducing the number of new females. Just as He drew His breath to speak the decree, His cell phone rang.
"Yes," He said.
"Hell-LOH!" came the nasal voice at the other end of the line. "How ARE you? It's been so long."
He sighed.
| "Could I call you back later?" He said. | Family was SUCH a pain in the ass. |