Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

I like Judy Collins and her songs but this is not one of them, but she makes it hers with her singing. The line that ends " like a stone" anchors it for me.

A Walk In The Park was the title of my novel that I never wrote. It has rattled around in my head soul-less for years but never a word written. I want humor in it but so far can't find any. Can't stand fiction myself anymore that is too serious, no matter how bleak, filled with horror or just tragic it must have humor for me to be interested.

Margaret is smiling, she is talking to her husband who sits in a bubble on the lit crescent of a waning moon. Her sister Francis smiles beside her they both watch that crescent as it descends over Ojos del Salado the second highest peak in what was the Americas setting between and in what had been both Argentina and Chile. This part of the world was remarkably well preserved. Even the oceans here were close to pristine and the work of the many like Margaret and Francis was starting to show in even the worst parts of the globe.

"It's time" she said and the smile on Frances face widened with a bit of joy. This was an ongoing argument but this time Margaret was pressing her case. Patrick held the other side and not a weaker one but once removed from Margaret's experience. "They will never forgive us, they are not ready" he responded. They had not seen each other in two years. Patrick with his teaching and shuttling to the far sites, Margaret with her hands dirty in the soil of Mother Earth, her eyes focused close on seedling she had been planting now most of her life.

She did not know her children and they did not know her. He was once removed, she was twice. They were far smarter, intelligent, than she or they with their planning and science could ever have imagined. She, Patrick, Frances and the others had succeeded beyond their wildest dreams. Patrick knew this to a degree. Margaret did not.

The time of the human/machine singularity had come and gone. The graph of human/machine interaction and growth achievement was almost vertical The Earth itself and it rebirth was testament to that and yet they were smarter, more intelligent and they knew nothing of what Margaret spoke. They were in the dark, all 250,000 daughters and sons of Patrick, Margaret, Frances and the others, the last of the dieing. They had never met and they did not know that each and every one of them was truly the son or daughter of every remaining remnant of this dieing cult.

This new breed knew the stars and many thought their mission was to go there but none knew of the existence of Mother Earth or Margaret's plan.

They would never forgive her.