"Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee ..."

—John Dunn, Death Be Not Proud

Six years ago, one-hundred First Gens were released from the supervision of the artificial intelligence robots who had cared for us and given more freedom to roam outside of base camp. I guess the idea had been to allow us space to further develop not only our motor skills, but our social skills. A social hierarchy developed quickly, and since I've spent hours perusing the writing of the Project founders, I can guarantee that what transpired was nothing like what the founders envisioned. 

Within days, conditions devolved...

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