REDtember (Day 15) | Sir Crispin Crandall (3.06)

Perhaps you’re familiar with the old saw, “You can’t beat the house.” No matter how many how many poor souls you turn into Popsicles, the fix is in. The world in which you awaken will be one incapable of sustaining human life. And why, because at a critical turning point, one tragically quixotic megalomaniac cannibalized humanity of the very minds that might have been its salvation. You see, if you were a betting man that you would see that “now” trumps “later” every time. The future is a sucker’s bet. A maybe, a contingency, a what-if. The only thing that is real is the present and you have plundered it. Robbed it of the very geniuses that might have averted the dystopia you so fear.