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Little by little, the storm has subsided, leaving only the heavy rain drumming on the wall.
The reed is no longer battered as it was in the early days. It is now animated by a slight pitching motion to which we have become accustomed.
We trust our kopavi to know when it's time to sleep, when it's time to wake up, and therefore to count the days.
Life is organized. A common room has been set up at the end of the reed. It features an altar made from assembled pieces of pulp, along with the clan's kachinas.
Activities are punctuated by daily chores (distributing food and water, cleaning up), in which everyone takes turns under the supervision of the elders.
Prayers are chanted three times a day and keep us very busy.
The education of young people has resumed. It is provided by the kachina priests. They hold c classes in the common room, where their pupils pile up under the dim lamps hanging from the vault of our reed.
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The New World
Science FictionIn the future, most people have been implanted in their brains since childhood. The implanted chip allows everybody to connect to the Networks as a simple operation of thought. Long time ago, occurred a terrible catastrophe called the Big Holocaust:...
