TFTC: The Experiment

Welcome friends, here we are once again in my cupboard for another experience you will want to forget. Thank you to Plagron and Zamnesia, I did not win the competition but that is not an issue, the diary was late and incomplete, but if they could see the massive buds on these babes now, I would still probably loose. Right you son of a bitches, let us delve into this weeks episode of "TFTC: The Experiment". {--💩===👻---💀===👽---[:(⚪⬜🔺) oO===Oo (🔺⬜⚪):]---👽===💀---👻===💩---} Plants are funny things, they have an almost linear existence with a single solid purpose built in, to procreate. Then again, is this not what we are generally hardwired to do, to continue the species, is this not why we are here, the last humans that we know of, trying our best to create an environment that will help us thrive which would ensure a safe environment for procreation. The plant hopefully has all these things, so the plant works on itself to help get the most out of its chance to live, they no longer spread out or grow branches, instead the buds are what is essential, they are building the biggest pollen collector possible, It is like the plant reaching middle ages and realizing the common denominator as to the question “why am I single?” might just be themselves, then the soul searching and self work happens. Right now it is just about keeping them happy and giving them what they need. One of them has taken on a purple color, it is pretty. There is an interesting noise that comes from the sound made when flesh collides at speed, it is a concussive blow that creates a ripple effect from impact site, depending on location it can make a jarring wooden sound right the way to a sound that sounds almost like a sticky snap, like cracking a fresh wooden branch, a noise which almost lingers in the air. Either way you know that someone just got hit. We were in the main garden next to the tomato plants, and on the other side of the tomato patch we heard the noise and it felt like the world stopped. The silence was then filled with the sound of someone shouting “Hands off.” The assailant then stormed off towards the Circles living quarters, I managed to catch a glimpse and saw it was one of the founders of the brewing enterprise. I helped the man up, a triangle, with a look at his reddened cheek he looked to be fine. “So was it the Tomatoes, which are not ripe yet by the way, or the booze you were touching?” “That would be his special friend.” It took a second to understand his meaning, then “Oh”. “Oh indeed, not my fault she is looking for something more.” He said in a self assured almost arrogant way. He then walked towards the Triangle living area. I had time to think so did the math and realized there was a problem brewing. People will be looking for who holds all the cards, they will be wanting some sort of control and many will believe that they should be the ones that deserve the vestiture. Just wish I had finished my ideas for governance, it got sort of abandoned with the one meeting and then alcohol… Maybe alcohol was the death of democracy, yes I realize that one is considered to predate the other, but that was my point, maybe drunk politicians were always going to be the result, it was a doomed experiment when the people at the helm were drunk. Possibly that is the issue with what we have here, power and control. After doing some digging it was made known to me that the Triangle who was punched was actually a historian, one that had been flirting a lot with the “partner” of the Circle, it seemed that she had gone from the brewer to the historian, possibly she had liked the brewer to begin with, he was easy going and fun, but ran a little close to cliché, she was an expert in compost and soil development, so a bit higher energy. Both parties in the altercation were wronged in some way, however, the wrong does not seem to come from the actions taken by any party, but instead the wrong was with the way they viewed the other member of the community, as something to be fought over and owned. We can all see why people trying to seize resources becomes a problem. As time went on that week it appeared that tensions were growing in camp, many might think “why would this create tension in other people?” The first world war started with one person firing a gun, the second world war was started by one man going bananas. Each example is just the icing on the cake so to speak, there are already small tensions building in many different areas, something like this becomes a public event which people will project their frustrations on. My sleep was broken, the peace which normally comes from my stasis chamber was broken by my worry that this would escalate into something far more dangerous, after all, this was the survival of humanity we are talking about. There are lessons here for the plants, it could be an issue that the large amount of leaves will create demands on the resources gathered by the plant, meaning those resources are held from vital areas. Maybe I need to cut down on how many leaves there are, we are wanting bigger flowers at this stage, not bigger leaves. {--💩===👻---💀===👽---[:(⚪⬜🔺) oO===Oo (🔺⬜⚪):]---👽===💀---👻===💩---} A turn up for the books, who would have known that towards the end of the season we get a cliff hanger. Well thank you to Zamnesia and Plagron for the fun, soon we will be harvesting and enjoying the friends of this persons labour. Until next time, off you pop.