Harvest Town Experiment Part Novelas e Histórias

“I’ll do whatever it takes. I owe that to Tata Pedro, to all of you, and to my own family.” Three months later, the first harvest festival was held at Pedro’s Grove. The valley was alive with color and sound—banners hung between trees, musicians played traditional instruments, and tables were piled high with food grown in the community gardens. People had come from miles around—villagers from neighboring valleys, representatives from Green City’s international partners, even some of the officials who’d once doubted the project.

It moved by deleting the space in front of it. The Mimics in the streets of Sovereign City didn't run. They fell to their knees, their neural filaments glowing a brilliant, terrifying gold. "They aren't here to save us," Aris said, walking into the lab, his face pale. "They are here to Harvest the experiment."

“Town meeting? Why so sudden?” Thomas removed his hat and wiped his forehead. “Some people come into the village. Say they do agricultural research. Want to study soil. Want to rent an old storage building near East Hill.” I froze slightly. “How many?” I asked. He thought for a second. “About ten total.” Ten people…? The number sat heavily in my chest. “Where did they come from?” I pressed. “From the city,” he said vaguely. “Say they work with some agricultural expansion, something, something. Very official paper. Stamps. Too many stamps. I fear they governmentpeople.”

The experiments went on for seven months and by the end, over ninety percent of the weak bloods were dead, their decaying bodies scattered across the ground like a macabre carpet. My mother’s attention had shifted entirely from the celestial child to Ezra. Perhaps the child had died or killed or taken out of the experiment. I couldn’t tell because he never showed up again in the memories. Ezra resorted to stealing food from the other groups at night. But even that supply eventually ran out, and soon, famine spread like plague, claiming more lives.

After all, getting kidnapped and becoming an experiment is really a horrible experience. Harol, the man who had shared in the horror of involuntary experimentation, spoke next. His eyes were cold, and he had no emotion as he told his story. "I accepted a job offer, thinking it was a regular gig." He leaned back. "I thought it was only a part-time job. However, little did I know, it was me being a guinea pig for these experiments. When I found out, I wanted to quit, but the researchers drugged me. I don't remember anything after that."

She pulls out what looks to be a contract and looks back at me with a somewhat bored expression. "Aliens are real. The Earth is small compared to other planets that support life, and we are considered behind in every aspect. Technology. Physical ability. Intelligence. The other beings in the universe laugh at what we consider transportation and healthcare. I know this information is sudden and completely unbelievable, but it is true. Currently, the Earth is part of a treaty called The Harvest Peace act. More than half of the planets that support life have also signed. Due to our standing in the universe, Earth is only required to participate in one of the treaties conditions. Every ten years

he smiles at me. I gasp, "Really?" He nods, "Evette is right, Rogues are no doubt strong, but if you think about weaning their numbers, we'll have more control over them. In this way, it makes sense. And it so happens that we have a test subject for this very program." My heart starts to pound, he was talking about Harvey. Crap. "Son of a-" I stop mid-sentence wringing my hands through my hair, why did open my big mouth?

The ground's too warm yet-- it's just Labor Day weekend-- so nothing will stick. But it does signal the harvest, something Robetu and I worked on some yesterday. Rob and his father delivered the bundled beet forrage for sale this morning, and with more than seventy percent of it salvageable with the leaf spot treatments, I anticipate a good profit—a better margin even than last year. Over the next week, we'll harvest the rest of the crops, then settle in for the winter while Rob goes to school and June and Robetu take their immigration exam in the next few weeks.

both boys said together, like that was common sense. The harvest was amazing. For now, only potatoes and pumpkins were giving heavy output, but that was still more than enough to make people lose their minds. The trees had grown fast, thick trunks and clean leaves already standing where bare dirt had been only days earlier, but they had not flowered yet. The peppers and grains were close, pushing through the soil with stubborn little shoots, but they needed more time. Still, even with only potatoes and pumpkins, the whole settlement looked like a miracle had crawled out of the dirt and decided to stay.

"This time is different. Film the students. When you recorded last time, didn't anything feel off to you?" He stopped. I could see the moment it clicked. I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "At the second hearing, I'll say everything. Whatever you recorded, anything unusual, it might matter." He held my gaze for a long time before finally speaking. "Fine." Kyle posted another video. In it, Natalie moved down the line, placing food on each student's plate. They ate the same way, chewing 20 times before swallowing, all in sync. The comments online were still full of praise.