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"The World has not seen a day without rain since the machines took control, the rain itself was welcomed to the new traditions, the Farmers (the machines believe in basic, clear and concise identificationary techniques) are a roaming sect of farming centered humans, born and raised to live off the land, they've know... known only the land... but The Farmers." The old man wheezed slowly.His bones cracked.And the old rocking chair, 'Hand made' (He loved to remind anyone that admired the old hard and gnarled wood) swung back and forth I've not seen anything last this long and I probably never will."The Farmers were the second thing the machines worked on."Course. Back then they were clankers. "Big metal boxed machines that barely walked. Morelike moved on treadmills."First they took the weather patterns into their control, and so."He spread his hands and I almost hoped water would fall from his wrinkly old fingers... it did not."The rain has not stopped falling since they took control.I say we are better for it. we were killing our world with our hate!"We the children gasped."Oh yes, our greed. Our hate. sent us spiraling to the stars and the inky black space. That's where our comrades 'the United Alliance of Independence' had moved when finally they couldn't exist with the machines controlling everything."I had heard of them, My Father choose to leave his family to live here in Xion. with us. in paradise."Of Course they always thought they deserved to have more than equal over all and we here in Xiiiioooon." (He said it as he opened his hands to include the huge domed city that floated above the rain.) "They thought they knew better. DamFools!"The Children Giggled. Me too. we didn't often hear old world slang. now it was all Shock! Slot! Nimf! (and in the quiet 'Spekezys' were adults would drink their funny drinks and tell old stories) Clanker, botbrain (and the cardinal swear 01's)"thought money was the answer, little pieces of plastic and paper used to represent value in something."He shook his head sadly."In those days we thought freedom meant the freedom to not be worthy compared to a fraction of our people. the million plus people that live here under the strict rules of the machines all live equally and do as they ever so wish.In the days before our society had structure sure. But it was built around the idea that we were undeserving of what we needed to survive unless we gave back by wasting our time doing silly pointless actions for little to no recompense except a 'pay check'."The children knew by now to spit at that word, as did the story teller."Now we got nearly 4 generations." He paused to look at my Sister a happily pregnant young woman with her partners smiled and nodded. She happily nodded back and rubbed her belly."used to living with everything they need and more, as the machines have managed to provide to the nations now no longer united but spread nearby to us here in our galaxy, with a lot of the farming produce going to the asteroids so they might harvest the metals in the asteroids. the trade deals are not my forte. I was a Cleaner in my past life and though the job was worth it. At times." His Brother slightly older shuddered behind him. His stories of cleaning vomit out of plastic slides is one that has haunted me personally for too long a time."Nothing better has happened for the human race than the machines taking over.Now I don't need to wonder if my toothpaste is the right brand for my teeth.They take care of that!"This made his brother clap, but the children looked at one another. we had not been taught what 'brand' was."Okay children, I see I've lost you here. When we were young," (We are his Brother, their older blind and hoarse friend and the story teller)"We would be fought over by companies wanting us to spend our paycheck." SPIT"On certain products THEY" (this was the most passionate word he had used yet... it was filled with bile, hate and distrust.)"decided we needed, be it from the water you drink or the meat you eat" (several Children chewed on Jerky and drank plain cups of water)"And then of course there was the system that forced us to maintain space between our lands to force a them and us mentality."Not one child understood that, but the adults that also listened as they watched over us murmured... apparently that was something understood once you reached a certain age. (Though I would later find out it was basic wisdom)He choose not to explain."Now we all live off the same things and don't need to fight to make ourselves a part of a whole. The Community has grown to encourage a stationary love."he chuckled softly"Which is humorous because the platform is forever moving to allow for the lands below ready to be tilled behind us, prior to the germination phase the farmers take over for. We accept of course that in order to live so happily somewhere on Earth must be drought filled. But We have always been told. It's no longer our problem so there is no need to make it so."The children sang along these words like it some rhyme of fantasy and not the gentle encouragement for a healthy mindset over something we have no control over, like it is."So I ask you children. With actual freedom and your literal needs met by something with more power and objectivity than any man, woman, non - binary ( several people children and adults blushed humbly) or child could ever muster. Is it really so bad the the rain have never stopped running since the machines took control? I say to you now, love life, love your community. Ignore that we The Breeders nor they The Farmers have no control over their lives... Having that control comes with responsibility and humanity. The Machines proved we can't exist with control and humanity equally."

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