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Class 134 Professor Rusten 5/15/08 2189 AD Mago looked across the gray sands of the desert in front of him to where the land seemed to reach skyward, up toward the heavens, as if trying to escape and leave the earth forever. He had never been to the mountains he now looked at, not even their foot hills, but had seen them almost every day of his life. Judging by where the sun lay in the sky, Mago decided it was almost mid-day. During the past few weeks he had gotten quite used to judging time this way. His clock along with the electric stove, water purifier, and short wave radio had all stopped working as Mago had filled the generator with the last of that thick black liquid substance his ancestors had been so obsessed with. He couldn’t figure out why they loved the stuff so much. Cooking on a wood fire and boiling the impurities out of water seemed just the same as using the electricity run equipment to the sixteen year old boy. Although he didn’t mind the lack of electricity, it was the duration for which it was gone that gave him an uneasy
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feeling as he looked out at the mid day sun. Father usually only took a week, a week and a half at most, on his trips to the trading post to get more fuel for the generator. Granted, Father had said this trip was special and would take longer than usual, but Mago had expected him back at least after three weeks. The sixth week since Father’s departure was coming to an end and Mago was worried. Shaking his thoughts from his head, Mago proceeded in finishing the daily chores which included the opening of irrigation pumps 5a, 3c, and 6g; the adjusting of the heating mirrors; and the finishing of the tilling of field 3b which had been started that morning. The farm Mago now toiled on had been the only place he had ever known, never leaving, for there really was no other place worth going. The only people he had ever known were members of his family: his mother who had died four years ago from the ever present harms of
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This essay was uploaded on 02/01/2009 for the course CLASS 134 taught by Professor Jeffreyrusten during the Fall '08 term at Cornell.

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2189ADa_Essay - Class 134 Professor Rusten 5/15/08 2189 AD...

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