Join me, Athena (au or otherwise matter not)
In the twenty first century, she binds her hair in a chignon, wears fitted YSL suits, and her heels are sharp enough to pierce a man’s throat.
Nanotechnology, virtual reality, space, bioweapons; imprinted into the mind of every great thinker of this age is her name. Carve out their brain and you can count the shape of her in every nerve, shot through every strand of thought.
She is the ink in a text book, an intangible idea captured like a fly in amber, a whisper that puts a shine in childrens’ eyes. Pallas Athene smiles, extends a hand, and an entire generation follows.