For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Fall of Knowledge
“But the button fell off, I’ll have to replace it.” Mary whined.
“Why didn’t you just sew the button back on?” Grandma asked with exagerated patience.
Mary looked baffled.
“Child, we didn’t always have machines to do our chores. Once we did things for ourselves.” With that Grandmother pulled a triangular frame from her desk and began pointing out the ancient tools, telling the story of each, the fish-hook carved from bone, the stone adze, awls. All valuable tools made from gifts of the earth.
Mary smiled “but why work that hard when I can just have a replicator create another coat?”
Grandmother sighed as Mary darted out the door. How long she wondered before Mary’s generation would forget not only the old ways but even how to repair the machines they themselves had created.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP