Alexis Nicole
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The Seed
The rubber trees twisted toward the sky, dwarfed only by the glass towers that competed with them against the streets of the city. The air was a smoggy mustard yellow on the clearer days. She propped herself up against the synthetic tree. The plastic leaves bent toward her, in anticipation of her next movement, to offer shade from the burning sun. The entire city was built from the trash of generations before her. Compiled and compounded to contort into the shape of nature. Water was rationed in the city so the Autocrats could water their lawns in the neighboring villages. They spent their days enjoying fresh air, far away from the polluted airs and dense populations of the city dwellers.
By Alexis Nicole3 years ago in Futurism