| Ferts. What a weird word. What do you think about it? I find it strange. I don't know. Me and the other fertile people have been given that name by the others. Fert, short for fertile. We rule. There's no longer any question about that. We didn't look for it, in fact we didn't want it, but we have rule. We've made many laws, and we've set up a police force to enforce our laws. We've also organized work teams, and the rubble has finally all been cleared. Many of the other ferts think they should not have to do anything. They just want to sit and tell others what to do. We're trying to straighten them out. All able hands are needed for labor. Hope is growing like a weed. She's a happy baby who never wants for attentions. She's almost a month old now, and very healthy. One of our doctors died a week ago. That leaves us with only three. They must teach the skill of healing to others. We will meet with the populace later tonight. We will announce the need for people to learn the art of healing. We have already learned many new skills. Before too much longer, we will be an effective community. Now it is with real hope that I say, we will survive. Christine |
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