"Papa, look!" Julie pointed at a seedling.


    "Hmm." Her papa inspected it.


    "Is it a candidate?" She asked.


    "Well, I''ll have to test it. Up there."


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    "Oh, no!" Julie covered the seedling with her hands. "Please, Papa, not yet!"


    "I must, Jules. It''s our only hope."


    Papa wore a hazmat suit and went outside ...


    "Did it survive?"


    "No, Jules, afraid not."


    "Oh, Papa, why must we live this way? You''ve described so much beauty."


    "I''ve also told you stories, Jules, about dismantling regulations and conservation, hardly anybody recycling, focusing on instant gratification. If only I could time travel ..."