Page Five
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So that’s my world, and a great big welcome to it. My brother and I, and scads of other kids, have grown up knowing that we still have to eat to live (the scientists haven’t squirmed a way out of that one yet), but eating can be a darned tricky business. We’ve never had potatoes, because every single potato plant in the world mutated. People stopped eating them. People are pretty silly most of the time, but most of them did stop eating spuds. No mashed or baked, no hash browns and no fries. Everything we know about the tasty tuber we’ve learned from our parents or internet books. And no brussels’ sprouts either, because they all went and mutated into certain death too. But except for some loopy old people in Belgium, nobody’s very sad about the brussels’ sprout. But our parents sure do miss the humble potato.
But there’s one things that gives nearly every single human being the crying shames, and that one thing is the guavagranate. You can figure out by yourself that it’s another scientist’s hocus-pocus that crossed a guava with a pomegranate to get something new for the bored human tastebuds. The guavagranate is the most popular food on the whole darned spinning planet, and people practically worship the bevy of botanists who’d gone gaga over the new hybrids they could twiddle with genetic fiddling, and came up with the GG. This beloved fruit appeared on the earth-scene about the same time as our old buddy Miralon, and it was a best-seller practically overnight. People bought them and ate them like they were going out of style, and the grocers were running around like hamsters in wheels trying to keep enough of them on the shelves.
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