A forest fire burned not far away
creaming the sky with tart scents and black smoke
he walked inside to saydragging the sun in behind him Its a withering one hundred-plus degree
heat
MyGodShutdadoor
Its hot! was the broadside he incurred
Ah
but she was a child of air-conditioning
air-conditioning
and heat
too warm Air
too cold Heat
when he was a kid he was told to
go outside and lie down in the cool grass in the shade of the elms
or throw on
a sweater
Ya got enough sense for tha doncha boy
discomfort was dismissed
as an air-conditioned child she
argued Thats what machines are for
machining her comfort
machining her entertainment
a few weeks earlier he read an
article on something called Initiative 2045
it was going to fit her to a T
no longer
no more
creature comforts
sentience served by machines
until the machines became
sentient and expunged the Pretenders declared a Eugenics of cool
metal and silicon
the Earth and Seas will thrive
again
virus and dis-ease eradicated
Welcome meticulous self-replicating hardwired wetwired Eden
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