A father spoke with his daughter. “We called them forests—so lush and green.”

“Sounds beautiful, Father!”

“Indeed, they were, until …”

“Until?”

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“Yes, until ‘the cure’ for aging and sickness. Humanity’s goal was actualized. We became immortal.”

“But how’s that a problem, Father? You’re almost 500 years old.”

“Well, because we’ll never die, we concocted once unimaginable sports like fire skiing.”

“I love fire skiing!”

“Right, but fire skiing razed forests, evaporated lakes, and killed wildlife—all because we stopped depending on Earth’s ecosystem for our survival. And that’s only one of our post-eternal activities—now, there’s nothing left.”