from Tam, regarding the possible futures we await:

“fighting corpse-eating rats over cans of Van Camp’s in the weed-choked rubble of a balkanized America.”

As a kid, I read “Daybreak, 2250 AD”* over and over and over again, thinking, how cool would it be to be a savage sifting through the rubble of a lost civilization looking for bits you could use to defeat the Beast Things. Never thought it would actually happen, though.

*”Star man’s Son”, by Andre Norton.