After three moons we were getting used to life on our island.
We had built reed huts. In an enclosure, poultry we had captured were multiplying.
But Sister Spider intervened.
She declared: "No. This is not the Fourth World. It's too easy and pleasant for you, and you'd fall back into evil inclinations quickly. You must go on."
Reluctantly, we left the huts we had built and the gardens we had planted.
We set off across this great island to the northeast, laden with food supplies.
The people are tired of this endless wandering.
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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:...
