Tell them Ford and Carnegie were giant men, that war glazed their palms with gold. Tell them we soft beings mourn manufacture's death as our own.
The author seems to see great innovators and businessmen as the enemies here. He also says that we should feel pity for the industries that are no longer alive and running. Very strange.
siderophilic tongues seeking blood, licking the crumbs of us from our beds. O, great nation, it won't be pretty.
The author seems to think that this increase in technology kill be our undoing. Would robots really want to eat us though? How does that help them: they do not need food.
minor nightmare, as strange and unknowable as the creatures that I saw outside my windows.
The narrator is filled with fear. Does it have to do with how her father died?
She brought me, then, a small box, and from it removed a claw, a set of teeth, a slender bone of rock, all things she’d pulled from the land on which we lived. “This is all that’s left of them,” she said. “I know it feels like we are the first people on this land, but we have been preceded by monsters and men alike.”
Who killed these people? Are the monsters she is talking about some kind of artificial intelligence that has taken over?
Concrete statues of Mary and an angel flanked either side of the long staircase that led to her elevated home.
Interesting how the Christian/European culture merges with the Native American culture. Also sad that they have to live in a house that has to be kept up away from the water because the Native Americans were pushed to the undesirable parts of America.
In the 1830s, the population grew as other Native Americans joined them, seeking refuge after the Indian Removal Act and the violence of forced relocation
Very cruel seeing that it was their land first. Makes you think about how much culture Europeans have destroyed.