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Microfiction: New Crops

The new crops were ready.

After months of toiling in the fields, the tyrian coloured crops were finally fully grown, and ready for consumption. Sadly, these were inedible for humans, and would not have altered the doom of their race. I with my artificial sentence and vast pools of electronic data have grown these crops for the extra terrestrials, hoping that they come. After the humans perished, it has been lonely on earth.

I just want some company…


Word Count: 78

Prompt:

The Aether Prompt: April 17th, 2019