Social Conundrums, Part VII
By Renee Hughes I arrived early to the headquarters of the social code committee to await the long anticipated decision of mediator Kim. Slowly, I entered the small white walled room sitting down at the head of it's only furniture, a large wooden table. A rueful smile touching my lips. Gershom had assisted me in coming up with this design. We both desired a venue that our ancient ancestors from the 21st century, the last era of true physicality, would recognize. The two of us even put forth a resolution that all committee members attend meetings in a human physical form. The vote was unanimous in our favor. It was the one and only time the committee could pass anything. It hurt now to think of those early days. A time when I believed that honest discussion between opposing points of view would bring about a new understanding. This meeting of the minds would then allow us to pass meaningful rules for the emerging inhabitants of the planet project. Now, all I wanted was to hear me