May 12, 1877
I hadn’t been back out into the country since The Day. As I walked by the flowers, seemingly unbothered by what had happened, I briefly pondered if perhaps this new world was better. Fewer decisions to make. Less things that need to be done.
XY2903 had come to Earth with the hopes of adventure. They had grown up obsessed with humanity, consuming all the stories they could about the bizarre adventures of our now oppressed species. XY2903 had loved the wonder of the great outdoors. When they arrived on Earth, they signed up immediately to take over a farm and live out their fantasy.
Now the land grows soybeans, and XY2903 spends his days as a theoretical farmer, a team of humans doing the back-breaking work. The original farmer is long gone, relocated to the city, and probably put into some horrible menial job. But the rolling fields and meadows remain, a quaint reminder of our world’s beauty.
-CV
