‘Controllin’ the food supply controls the biome - not only external, but internal, behaviorally.’ Johnny glanced at Sally breastfeeding his baby. ‘Ya see that, Jimmy? Long term immunity, free of cost. Ensurance, not insurance, of our continued American gene pool.’
Jimmy and Johnny looked at Sally and Suzie sitting in the living room together, going over the Mars for Mommies pages on the wall. ‘It’s for them, too, Jim. Ain’t just for us boys and our rockets and spacetoys. They need hope for a better future, too.'
Jimmy turned over the soil in the garden outside with the shovel. Jimmy saw his friend’s hand beginning to shake. ‘Sit down, Jimmy. Take a load off. The plants got the rest. Let nature do its thing.’
