It'll be like Chernobyl, our future, W. says. They'll be like Chernobyl children, our descendants, each with his deformity, each his own cancer. That's how they'll know each other, in the future – by their cancers. Everyone will have cancer, only a different kind of cancer. One will cancer of the toenail, the next cancel of the colon, a third cancer of the eyes, and so on.
And they'll die before they are teenagers, our descendants, like Chernobyl children. They'll die with no one to care for them, gasping in the boiling air. They'll die alone and trembling, thousands of them, as the atmosphere boils away.
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