A children’s story: “12.50 DCU/Gram,” read the neon sign hung on the façade of Hair Harvesting Facility #179. “25 Grams Minimum.” The prices changed daily with the market, and one had to play the casino game to squeeze every bit of sustenance out of the numbers as one could — at least people like Alice did.
At the end, only the memory of the "Shel" remains... of Alice, perhaps not even a stump remains in the big cyber void that leaves no trace of humaniTree
Amazing, sad and chilling!
Tales from the Crypt.....
Sad :((
Damn... the rotten robots don't even pass out cookies when you give your plasma. Hope someone has the foresight to hoard acid to use on them.
The perfect end for the perfect sheeple. I guess Alice never contemplating growing potatoes, which is almost as easy as breathing.
And even danidilion roots might be preferable to moldy rice.
This made me cringe a few times & it was great.
Why were these harvests so valuable to the machines? No one knows what was done with them, but they represent life force, wellness.
Too bad the citizens resorted to sacrificing themselves rather than beat the crap out of the machines!
I feel bad for Bella 🥲
That....
...SO apt! well done!
At the end, only the memory of the "Shel" remains... of Alice, perhaps not even a stump remains in the big cyber void that leaves no trace of humaniTree