There were fifty-seven ‘Broncos’. Bronco was my sibling, though known more for his invention of time travel. I’m known for being his sister. They split in half, with one (the original) to sit by my side and watch.
My Bronco, Bronco Prime, notes, “It’s an even split.”
I responded, “So, it’s war then.”
“Yes. A game of chess for the end of days would have been far less eventful”, he ends.
The fate of man, determined by one man, who should have only been one man, didn’t listen to his sister.
Kai Medina
October 2020