The Icemen- a short story

The Icemen- a short story

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So this is how we live. We are separated from our mothers at birth, and we are raised by strangers who change every day. We are educated in ever changing groups, and our free time is spent finding intellectual stimulation. We spend our adult lives solving the issues that once plagued our earth so that the new world will be rid of them. Children are conceived via test tubes and DNA samples, and are born to continue the cycle. We do not spend enough time with another person that we can form a bond as strong as love. I am sure that, should we wish, the people in our society could love each other. But we don’t wish it. The only people we want to love are the future people; the people we are working to make happy. We know our sacrifice is worth it, because it means that the people we love will live the lives that we wish to live. We will die happy, secure in the knowledge that we have loved throughout our lives, only that the people we have loved don’t yet exist.
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