The past is dead?
Now, what a thought!
The future holds it dear.
You'd think they'd have been left alone.
No.
They were hounded for appearances and interviews. "Such glorious people come back to their homeland!" "They don't belong to themselves; they belong to us!" Such was the sound of the throng.
Still, they succeeded in avoiding what they didn't want and accomplished what they did want. They created copies of themselves—perfect replicas with all the intuition, feeling, thought, and propensity for sharing that they possessed.
Hardly anyone knew the difference, progress being what it is.
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