the desire for glory can be the most dangerous of cargos
Last time the strain claimed a multitude. A century later divers discover an old ship with infection aboard, in the boards. Entombed in the wood.
It’s a virulent virus, surviving its victims deep in the ocean under hermetic seal. A medical treasure, but a reckless retrieval. If caught, impossible to heal.
Imagine the potential for human health. Pharmaceutical wealth. Weapons of stealth. Wisdom balances victory and tragedy. Favouring the common good.
Or would, were it not for the meme of glory. Louder than caution, stronger than reason. Once it whispers desire there is no armour, for glory’s first victim is wisdom.
