527 Why Farming Is Impossible In Apocalypse?
“Stop, they are here,” she said and I stopped to see a small group of people that no one liked to stand with or near.
An empty space of half a mile was separating their tents from others. It seemed many looked at them in the same way Angelica did.
Like they held a contagious disease or something.
“Hey, get out of your tents… The lord of our kingdom is here to see you,” Angelica shouted in such disdain and faint anger, while I silently watched from the side.
Thousands of curious heads came in my sight next, extending their heads to be met with the mighty look of my chariot.
“Lord!” They all stood outside and said in such a weird way, as if they didn’t expect me to come to meet them, the exiled ones.
“I heard you are people who used to test new things in the apocalypse, is that correct?”
“Yes lord,” one of them answered, an old looking man with all white and long hair that fell over his shoulders down to the half of his back.
“What’s your name?”
“Alky, my lord.”
“Ok, you are one of the oldest here,” I moved my eyes around before adding, “so let you be the current leader of this team.”
“What for?” Alky seemed to feel my intentions, but he didn’t dare to directly state what he felt to not offend me or something.
Even they were so courageous to try new stuff, they lived a life of slaves. Standing in front of me would make any of them hesitate before saying anything to me.
“A special team for one purpose…” I raised my index finger before adding in slow tone, “a team to make us have new things that belong only to humans.”
Once I said it, I could notice the glimmer that was reflected in their eyes. They seemed to crave for the same thing as me, getting us new ways to survive in this apocalypse, things unique only to humans.
“You will work after we rebuild the capital,” I declared, “your name will be Team Armageddon, that ancient war between gods that our ancient history here spoke about.”
They showed faint smiles on their faces. I didn’t say much, but they got what I wanted to convey to them.
All their madness would be supported by me, working under my umbrella as my secret long term project.
The kids back at MIT campus and those from military defensive companies weren’t bad. Their rule was to solve big issues fast and give humans new ways to fight the apocalypse in a short time.
But in the long run, this wouldn’t be feasible. I had to support this team like the big and mighty kings and queens of my time once did.
If doing this wasn’t good, then not a single one of them would have ever supported that team in such secrecy.
Even in the all detailed records, there wasn’t a single mention of what such a team did. I was curious about the results this bunch of crazy folks here would bring. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
“Go down there,” I said to Angelica, “wake Hilary up. Tell her that the time is right to start farming.”
“Farming?!!” Angelica was already surprised with my arrangement here. But when I said my last piece, she seemed more startled, “but the farmers we had said…”
“Forget about them,” I raised my head high in the sky, “the suns are about to shine here. So it’s the perfect moment to start planting our food.”
“Ok…” she went downstairs while not feeling such confidence like I had.
I watched her back while sighing. Even special and talented people of my team in this apocalypse had such limited visions.
Or perhaps I had a different life experience than them, knowing much more than what they knew?
As I waited for her to return, I relieved my heavy presence over the folks here and lifted my chariot high in the sky.
I overlooked a great stretch of land all around. I was situated on the west side of the capital.
According to the drawings of Lily’s blueprints, I knew this part would extend for ten more miles before ending with the triple big walls.
So we can use the area around the wall to plant our crops. I thought about planting the areas inside, but soon dropped the idea.
Lily already had her plans with this part. Also it wasn’t that big to begin with.
Using my long stored treasure for such a small scale area? No way I was going to do it this way!
I would prefer to make her extend another series of walls and defences outside the capital to secure the crop fields. After all, it wasn’t that easy to plant and wait for these plants to mature.
So I had to make sure to safeguard against any monster invasion in the future. As for other races, I doubted anyone would dare to step foot so close to here.
Well… All except for that mysteriously annoying foe of mine!
I looked high in the sky. The dim world here was getting a faint layer of light that was a sign for the rise up of the suns.
It was just the perfect time to plant. But what should we grow here to eat?
This wasn’t an easy or hard question to answer.
If one thought about using the old crops before the time of the apocalypse to grow then failure would be his only result.
One had to buy seeds from the market. Of course just opening the market and searching for seeds to grow gave me a long list of things to grow.
But I knew at the start, we couldn’t plant anything.
Why crops wouldn’t grow in the apocalypse? This was the million dollar question in the early and mid phases of the apocalypse.
Why humans always failed to grow anything, while other races did with such ease?
At first people thought these races brought over corps from their worlds. But soon everyone knew that their worlds merged with Earth at some point, and that wasn’t the case.