Past Poison
You can’t leave home without taking a little of it with you
“It’s the kids you see?”
“Hmm?”
Jess had drifted off again. It was a constant battle to maintain concentration these days, and Saul did nothing to help when he was in this kind of mood.
“The kids. They grew up here. They don’t care where we came from. Hell, they don’t much care where we’re going. Our science might have staved off death for a while longer but our tiny monkey brains still can’t think on anything approaching significant timescales.”
Jess sighed. “What are you getting at, Saul?”
“Religion,” he said with a flourish, and that, at least, got Jess’ attention.
“Sorry, what?”
“Religion,” he repeated. “We make up a religion. Just some run-of-the-mill vengeful god bullshit. Something to keep them in line. ‘Thou shalt tend to the oxygen-producing algae’ and whatnot.”
Jess raised an eyebrow. “And you think this will be more effective than ‘If you don’t keep algae alive we all die’?”
Saul shrugged and slumped back into his couch. “Tiny monkey brains, Jess.”
An alert sounded, making Jess start. She looked at Saul, who shrugged again — he wasn’t going to deal with it. She…
