Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I had a dream about a game.

I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the currents. Ms. Milly Prower, our savior, had devised machines to create currents and stop currents. This way, even in our flooded world, we could build in the shallow waters and not fear for the supports being wiped out from under us.

An alarm chimed, not a loud or aggresive one, just a polite warning that the boat/car we were in would soon be submerging. I went below deck and took my seat. They were serving dinner then. I looked out the window into the waters, and watched the fish swim by. Then I watched the fish get caught in a huge net, along with hundreds of other fish.
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