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Calling the Earthlings
This is really important to me. This time last year I had the worst panic attack of my life. I'd sat on the edge of the sea and thought, "I failed you. You gave me everything and I did nothing to protect you." It devolved quickly into nearly six hours of sobbing, hyperventilating, and pure panic. After that, I started picking up trash, for hours on end. I didn't eat meat, I didn't buy clothes, I didn't drive cars.... A lot of the anxiety died down and while I still occasionally pick up trash, I now eat meat and I'll get in a car if need be. But the feeling that I could do more, and the feeling of fear is still wrought in every thought. So this challenge is part of an art project I'm doing to sort of communicate these thoughts- thoughts I know are shared by so many people. Show me how you feel about the environment in any format, and then comment at the bottom whether or not you'd be okay with me using your words, and if I could credit you in any way. Thank you so much!
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Firemen and Farmers

We've got another one! yelled the Captain. I gave him a sideways glance over the tablet I was using to listen to the news on, glaring over it, as I was only on my second cup of coffee to get going this morning. He looked at me and said "Yep some lunatic down on Kayla street only about a half a mile from here". "Apparently she's got one of those damned super dangerous minivans stashed away somewhere, possibly back behind the house". I leaned back in my chair scratching my head and thought man, are we ever going to learn? why can't everybody in Yelm accept that these things are banned? Illegal! You know? Oh well I thought, I suppose we need to get to it. I vaguely remembered that in the Washington State training videos they said that minivans can hold something like 12 people at least. "Mass killing machine if you ask me"! the captain said as I quickly attempted to suck down the last few drops that delicious coffee. "Come on, let's get to it"! he barked at us. I ran and slid down the pole to the garage where I quickly grabbed and threw on my protective gear then jumped aboard the squadrons hovercraft. Our hovercrafts are one of very few vehicles left in this day and age. You see, vehicles were banned because the government soon realized after registering weapons and banning weapons,that registering them only kept of track of people who owned and kept them legally, and that motor vehicles had killed far more people than any weapons ever did domestically. And back in those days they were letting children drive these things. Yes children! Can you imagine 15 and 16-year-olds weaving around in those one or two ton death machines? Outrageous! And the lady down the street from us possibly has a minivan! A minivan! Seriously that thing could hold so many people that it's on par with one of those old military vehicles like the MRAP, or Striker, or Bradley. You know, what they used when they infiltrated and assaulted armies in other countries during military operations? When people had vehicles back then they should have been minimized to one or two passengers in one at max. That could have reduced the number of deaths. Things are so much safer now that we have the CGTN, the Centralized Government Transportation Network of busses trains and subways. The air is cleaner, and the country is much much safer. We cruised down the street and as we did I wondered how emergency crews of any sort could deal with the hassle of getting anywhere during those street clogged archaic times. As I daydreamed about attempting to do our jobs in those days, our driver Spence quickly sped the hovercraft up to the legal limit of 20 mph and we made our way down 510 towards the residence in question. As we pulled up to Cherry Meadows I could see the house. It was one of those old 2 story Orcas type houses that were common in the early 2000's, and I could also see a shed tucked into the trees out back. Spence pulled the rig into the driveway and quickly brought the hovercraft to a stop and as he did, all three squads hopped off. We quickly got into our normal formation,two squads going around either side of the house with my squad going up to the front door, and moved out. I walked directly behind the Captain as he moved forward and knocked on the decrepit screen door. However, in the back of my mind, I knew this was only his way of being civil. Everyone knew that once you were suspected of holding something as serious as this in your possession that the federal government gave us the legality to just enter and search your residence for said object without your consent. A woman slowly came to the door. She was an older woman probably about 75 to 80 years old, caucasian,gray hair ,deep set blue eyes, wrinkled skin and breathing heavily probably because she was a little overweight. From the look in her eyes I knew before we even asked a question, that she knew what we were here for. The Captain had barely opened his mouth to speak when our radios blared. Second squad was reporting that on their way towards the shed they had passed a garden with vegetables and chickens... Vegetables AND Chickens?! Everyones jaws dropped.. Well everyone except the Captain. He stood there as expressionless as before, but now seemed to be waiting for the woman to speak before he did. Even without finding the vehicle yet, she was caught red handed in violation of the Monsanto/Purdue genetic monopoly act of 2020 ( also called the Food Freedom Act), by attempting to personally grow non-genetically modified crops and livestock... I looked back at Taylor and he smirked back at me. I knew this was going to be a long, strange day....

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