He planned on entering their Geosciences program. I'm afraid my eyes glazed over as he described in detail what he planned on concentrating in and its...importance to life on this planet. The more he talked the more I realized how intelligent he was and how dumb I was."Whoa, Billy; that's sounds great, but I'm afraid it's a lot more than my little mind can comprehend. I guess I'm just a dumb truck driver." Don't you ever say that again. You may not have the education I've had, but I'm sure you. Bryan said, “Goodnight sis.” He looked me over one last time, licked his lips, and reluctantly turned to go to his room. “Wait big brother,” I whined. He turned around and started at me with concerned eyes. “Can I have a hug before I go to bed?” “Sure you can.” He held his arms out to me and I took advantage of the opportunity. I skipped over to him and jumped on him. He was surprised and almost lost his balance, but he steadied himself and slid his hand under my dress and squeezed my ass to. I don’t really know what his punishment was, but I never heard anything else about it. Maybe we’ve learned some things to go along with our better bodies and more acute minds, but that’s probably wishful thinking from an old man.Speaking of bodies and minds, whatever happened to us survivors has made us, well, improved, I suppose you could say. Our descendants also share those traits, which has been a huge reason we’re as far along today. I’m not a doctor, but I do know that people rarely get. It was in Nevada about thirteen miles outside of Las Vegas. I was set up in a barracks with another airman where we shared a room. I wasn’t much of a gambler and so never went into town. My Tech Sargent was a great guy and helped me get settled in. After a couple weeks of work, he even invited me to his home off base for dinner. I thought a home cooked dinner would be great and so I eagerly accepted. The first evening at my tech sergeants house was a little strange. I was introduced to Betty.