While I was sleeping a garden grew up outside my window: bright flowers and soft irrigation pipes sprouted up out of the desert. It wasn’t there yesterday. While I was sleeping they brushed the beaches, glazed the cakes with gold leaf and mixed cement for the glittering monuments.
They fed the fish, rays and sharks so that there would be no gory circle-of-life scenes to distract the shoppers. Or, I don’t know, maybe the fish were doped. What would it mean if the fish were robots?
Kind regards,
Alienated on Earth
