Maude Nificent@maudenificent@aus.social
a mini cli-fi romance
lena dollarhart was satisfied at last.
*she had got max value from the last of her fully automated coal mines before demand for coal dried up.
*she had her own logistics supply depot sealed up with enough groceries to last five years, so the collapse of the supply chain was not a problem. a repurposed coal wagon and rail had been installed to move supplies, as needed, from the depot to the homestead. it could be returned, when empty, by treadmill-powered winch.
*she had massive cattle properties across the mainland, and had even managed to build a mega hydro-dam before the river systems collapsed, a series of massive solar collection panels stretched from one side of the dam to the other, providing not just power, but shade to reduce evaporation.
*people were finally queueing up, begging for a chance to work for $2 a day AND … she could finally tell most of them to pfaff off
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a few kilometres away from the homestead, a group of carefully selected workers emerged from their hut, to commence ground breaking operations on the garden that should keep her in fresh fruit and veg while the planet recovered from the intense financial competition she had so deservedly won
in went a hoe, removing a clod of promising soil only to reveal a plastic bag of carefully preserved dog poo. a few metres over, another worker uncovered a dead dildo. a few metres more, in went a hoe, uncovering …