As Jurgen Mathis glided down the old dirt road in his personal hovercraft he could remember the smooth feeling, the smell, and the crunching sound as the juices flowed onto his tongue. His Grandfathers’ farm had one of the very best orchards on the planet, and how it was his. Having survived the UPC war and the re-greening projects that followed, everything was still natural.

Jurgen had grown tired of all the nano-chef food he had endured while serving with the Martian Terraformer Corps. At least he didn’t have to find in the UPC wars, the Universal Personal Coding wars. Just when corporations thought they had the whole world on their credit line a group of a few hundred hackers and militants turning into millions of angry troops. With Jurgen’s military affiliation he would have been on the losing side and probably dead by now.

After the ware the re-greening started; partially organic, and partially nano-formed. The hackers took over all the corporate businesses and labs. “They are doing a better job” Jurgen mused as his glider reached the old farm, which was just the way he remembered it, it’s real, and it’s his now.

Jurgen was full of sadness that his grandfather was not there to greet him. But, after all it was his uncle who had left him the farm and not one he liked altogether that much. Jurgen thought he only let it to him because the uncle didn’t want the new government to take it. As nay rate it was his now.

Jurgen got out of his craft and started to look around and shell the air, touching the leaves of the trees, and flowers.

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Jurgan came to the orchard and took an apple from the tree. Slowly he takes a bite from it while closing his eye. Jurgen remembers the taste, something is not right. He spits the piece of apple to the ground. Looking at the tree Jurgen sees another apple regenerating in the place of the one he just took.

Confused, Jurgen Mathis runs towards the old red barn, but as he does he trips and falls onto a pitchfork and it pierces his chest. As he takes the pitchfork from his chest he sees the wounds close and begins to remember the battle, the war, and the day he died.