Seeds and Stones: Part 2 by Paul j Rogers

Our entry this week in our By Prescription Only: Themed Writing showcase is the second half of Paul j Rogers’ piece.

Once more for good measure: The following story is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, events, etc. are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in the following works of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Some stories in this showcase contain adult themes, so reader caution is advised.

Seeds and Stones: Part 2 by Paul j Rogers

Kona Fiveheads wasn’t shy with the accelerator pedal. That little buggy must’ve been greasing forty through the pumpkin plantation. Rudy glanced at her bare knee as she lifted her work boot off the juice to take a corner. Right now, they weren’t speaking, communications severed upon the discovery that they disagreed about certain scientific principles.

It’d started when Kona had told him, in language peppered with master’s degree terms, that conventional cloud seeding did not, as was commonly misconceived, take rain from one region to give to another. According to her, downwind rain, precipitation as she’d called it, actually increased after an area had been seeded, but that data was obsolete as nobody would ever seed without illegal coalescing chemicals and super-sulphates because the yields were negligible. Anyway, since the ammonium fallout scandals, nobody seeded in summer anymore, just the big government winter programs, silver iodide sticks at high altitude to increase snowpack. Rudy had just listened in silence to all that because he’d watched rain dropping off ever since he was a kid. Besides, he’d seen The Corp’s pickup. When she was done, he’d told her that the universities must be polluted, just like the internet, polluted by corrupt governments and big business. The Corp paid agriculture and biotech students’ tuition fees. He’d even bet that her professors were on the payroll.

They zipped through a sector gateway onto the main artery through the west of the plantation. As the cart hummed, still no conversation in the cab, Rudy wished he were back at Glasshouse 19 picking romaine because the atmosphere in here was choking him. Kona lifted both work boots onto the dash and let the buggy glide.

“Rudy Cam, you don’t seriously believe what you said back there, do you?”

“The Corp are stealing our rain,” he said. “There’s no other explanation.”…

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