Out front was a crooked sign that read Hilltop Farm. But this one was smaller and shabbier than the rest. The hill was crowned with trees and white buildings. Robot crews methodically worked the crops and fed the animals and operated the massive farm machines.Ī hill gradually climbed into view. The air was thick with the smells of soil and livestock. In the hazy distance, enormous barns loomed above the plains. It drifted from the fast lane to the exit lane, and then it rolled down a ramp and into farm country.Ĭlouds of dust billowed up behind the truck as it drove past fields and fences. On and on the delivery truck went, racing over long bridges, shooting through mountain tunnels, gliding down straight stretches of highway, until it started to slow. The landscape outside was now just a green blur, occasionally broken by a flicker of gray as a town flew past. With nothing but open road ahead, the truck accelerated to its top speed. But as the delivery truck continued, the traffic became lighter, the buildings became smaller, and the landscape became greener. The truckĪcross the city, delivering crates as it went, and then it merged onto a highway.Ĭars and buses and trucks were cruising along the highway together. A few more turns and it unloaded more crates down at the docks. It pulled up to a construction site and automatically unloaded some crates. The truck knew where to go, and how to get there, all by itself. Weaving through the city streets was a delivery truck. Humans were strolling, automobiles were driving, airships were flying, robots were hard at work. Our story begins in a city, with buildings and streets and bridges and parks.
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