“Jim, come on, we used to rodeo together.”

“That was another life. It's over. I'm changed.”


“Why did I survive? I'm old, I've had my time. Those men, those- they were all young men. Healthy, strong, had their whole lives stretching out in front of them. Gone. Gone for nothing. And here I am. A husk.”

“You chose to–“

“Why wasn't I covered in snakes and set on fire?! Why wasn't I changed into a giant graham cracker? Can't you learn something from filing down my ankles and dumping me in the sewer?! What makes me special?”

“Jim, you can't control what the Massachuesetts Institute of Technology does with its research money. Nobody can. It's beyond us.”

“This – these – these are ideas I never wanted. I can't do nothing. And I sure can't save those horses.”

“They got up this mountain, just like you, they'll get down it. Just like you will.”

“…what mountain?”

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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