The results
are in. But
the conclusion is
awkward.
Three hundred
million people
can't be wrong—
guess we're all going
to live forever.
The catch is,
forever—doesn't mean
what it used to
anymore.
The only appreciable
definition
of eternity
left in an overstuffed
vestibule
like this is—just one
second longer
than the poor
sucker
we got stuck
standing next to.
