The Machine was defeated. The all-seeing eyes, gone. The mouths now open, all of them, but silent. Prisoners, slaves released. The dying, saved. The Oppressors, stopped. Their children? Taught a new path. The Faith in the Machine, now Faith in the Future.
@internutter/challenge-04594-l210-general-ludd-returns -- The New Guy
The Machine provided everything. That was what they knew. It provided food, shelter, work... and a swift death. The mouths of The Machine no longer ate them. It no longer took their blood. And those who controlled it no longer breathed or gained profit from it. The Machine... stopped.
The shelters were still there. The people who made the food were still there. The delivery system was still there.
Because what that was made of was the people. The growers kept growing the foodstuffs. The cooks still cooked. The packers still packed, and the distributors still took the food to where it was needed. Commerce still flowed without the Machine directing people to exchange money.
It was just that the unnecessary work... vanished. No weighted boxes to keep moving between false destinations. In fact, all the boxes were opened to see what the resources were. There certainly weren't any moguls invested in keeping them moving around. Not since the revolution.
The carers still cared for the children in the creches, and those in the gestation labs encountered an issue.
They were running out of material for the next batch of babies.
Desperate research revealed that people were no longer submitting themselves for biological material submissions to The Machine. Which meant that they would have to find other means.
They sent out for help, at long last, from the rest of the universe.
Asking for some manuals on Sex Ed.
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