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SW10: Superhuman World 2021 Annual: Sixty


In 2020 we were about to die from Global Cooling. We've put off the Fate of the Earth for a bit, due to a global merge with an Earth which was slightly better off than ours. (It had to do with "Britannia Beach". ) But the ice is closing back in. We might decide stuff this year, in 2021. If not then, soon.

And this year I, Wyatt Ferguson, will be sixty years old.


My sixtieth birthday is coming up. I was supposed to retire by now. But the warehouse I work at, still needs everyone who can show up. And my old tech job wants to bring me back. The last big phone company needs anyone who isn't overseas, because we're practically cut off from people who have the plague. They can keep up the overseas connection for about two hours a day. But now the Big Company is making a priority of what I ingest. Really, the world is ending and we still care about old Gov marijuana rules? But I owe it to my friends to stay as long as I can.

Psychovant the Duck came by recently. He was looking for a multiversal adventurer. I referred him to Imperilus, who wound up here in the warehouse also. He left. I'm staying.

For my birthday I might be able to gather with my clan, at least cybernetically, from around the Yellowstone Crater where the surviving population of the United States has settled. But I haven't made it a priority, and they're all busy. More power to us.

But as comic books sometimes say... I am Wyatt Ferguson. And I will not stop. Not so long as it matters.


From beyond, a being who now calls himself "L" looks on. He says, "This one has cosmic scope and if not enthusiasm, at least some sense of duty! I Must Have It!"

Then he looks closer. "I sense duty toward his relatives! Those shall I pursue!"

(to be continued - probably in the annual next year!)


Author's Note: The author is already sixty years old, as of May 2021. My avatar has his birthday in June 2021, though.

I recently read a John Constantine story entitled "Forty", about growing old on his birthday. Waah waah. It makes me want to write my own story. Only I have to title mine "Sixty".

And Drew Perron, I forget who "L" is. I last saw him trying to suck the enthusiasm from the Devil Missionaries from Planet Hell. Perhaps Wyatt Ferguson is an easier target. Or there are easier targets beyond that. And I have my own idea on who "L" is, in universe for me.

(signed) Scott Eiler, 30 May 2021.



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