There was an engine and it always worked hard. Sadly, it sometimes broke down. This didn’t stop it being an engine, and it didn’t make it a bad engine – it was just a broken engine.
There was a mechanic who loved the engine. The mechanic didn’t love the engine because of what it could do – he loved it regardless. He worked hard to keep the engine working. Sometimes the mechanic needed help, and the engine always did its best to help – even when it was broken. The mechanic knew that they could do so much more with the engine’s help.
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There was a computer that was terribly useful, and it was, rightly, proud. It worked hard all day with it’s human, making things happen.
It didn’t think much of the picture behind it. It was a distraction that kept it’s human from working as hard as it should. The human kept looking at it. But when the picture was lost, the human spent effort finding it. When the computer broke, the human worked on paper with pens instead. One was a cog in a machine, making life work. The other was a bead on a necklace, making life worth it. “Dig! Dig!”
The team worked hard, pick-axes chipping into the ice. Progress was slow, and they couldn’t afford it to be. They had travelled far, desperate for somewhere to survive. The cold had come quickly, though not without largely ignored warnings. They had been amongst the prepared – the bodies of others lay in the snow. However, even they had now run out of food. Finally – a crack. It grew. The ice split, revealing a door. Not the first they had managed to get to, but the last they would time for. But they had found it. The granary, and hope. |
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