Resultado Editorial "Julie Elizabeth Powell" em Ficção Científica

Walking along the white stretch of road, white due to the continual fall of snow, I saw no one as usual...not that I expected to see anyone. I'd been walking for what felt like forever and had not found another soul. Was I the only one left? And really, what was the point if I were? And why had I survived?

What was Christmas? How did it start? And why was it now banned? Why had the Elders decided it would only cause trouble, that its roots were based on something that only caused wars...those that had destroyed the Old Earth? Some disagree, and maybe can change things before it's too late for humankind. Or maybe it's already too late.

What is difference? Is it in how we speak, how we look, or how we see the world? Is it the color of our eyes, the swing of our walk, or the very essence of our minds? Whatever it is, maybe we should embrace it rather than wanting to run away or kill it. Next time there is difference think, what about me? How do they see me? Do I care? Should I care? What, in the end, do we need but love and acceptance? Regardless of change.