Jackpot

When society collapses, when the screams have faded to empty sighs on the wind, after the vines strangulate the shopping malls and gas stations, long after the final drop of gasoline has gurgled its last exhaust fume, a bottle of clean, filtered water, will be the inheritance for those who have endured. And it will be worth than gold, more than diamonds, more than anything else a trader can muster.