Living History - Ben Essex (brene brown rising strong TXT) 📗

cockpit door, and dressed him up in armour. I did the same to myself. We both looked ridiculous.

What will I tell him, when he wakes up? The truth. For a given value of truth.

History reserves the right to be edited.

And I’ll keep his little group going… but I’ll point them in a better direction. White was probably right-the world does need a revolution-but he was in too much of a hurry. He wanted to bring an old age back. I think I’ll settle for something new.

I’m an engineer. I like to invent things.

The real Benjamin Franklin earned his place in history. So did Jacob White. Now it’s my turn, and even if I’m walking in a dead man’s shoes, I can make my way afresh. No man called “Franklin” has ever been elected President. Given the name’s track record, I think that’s a terrible shame.

I threw Daniel out first, hoping he’d be all right. The terrible, terrifying darkness beyond consumed him. I heard a thump.

My turn.

This was the life of Jacob White, flashing before my eyes. It’s over now; we’re coming clear of memory.

I’m done with living history.

I stuck my head out into the black, breathing in the night. It was so dark out there… you could fool yourself into thinking there was no ground at all. I might fall forever. I might fly.

I jumped, coat tails flapping.

All of that was then.

And this is now.

I hit the ground.