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Alive, Bad, and Children: is with and 92 others. .. Girl this happened to me yesterday too! I don't understand it! don't you all notice that you're losing your friends. We don't want anything MLM and are changing settings to not see anything. Everyone knows these tactics. l can't say enough how AMAZING this product line is!!! Like Reply 2h I am checking off my own gift list (and stocking up for myself) - holiday gift sets available, and BOGO (buy 2 get one FREE) on individual full sized items!!! Some ideas for Moms, Sisters, In-laws and Girlfriends: maybe it was the same Like Reply woman!!!!!! 3m Like Reply 2h A Hand and foot lotion with a nail polish pack and a dollar store foot stone you said "skincare sounds amazing" then in your response you said you'd be happy to share your experience with the product. Charcoal detox bar with a dollar store loofah and a this was actually a friend of mine asking me what kind of selling scheme l'm involved in! She was nasty! Christmas hand towel * CBD enzyme peel with dollar store eye mask and bottle of wine A Perfect little spa themed gifts for "girls' night in"!!! Ask Anyone can look at the posts and who likes and comments. Those profiles are Like Reply me how I can help!!! 2h the same. And everyone gets a car! sare you SERIOUS?!?! Give her my name... FEELING LUCK TODAY??? It's upsetting that moms are targeted. Don't hurt these families financially. BOGO SKINCARE! buy 2 - get one We are "pulling moms" into nothing. I have suffered years and years of chronic pain, multiple brain surgeries and a level of exhaustion that you most likely can not even fathom. Thrive helped me feel "alive" again. It is an amazing program... no secret!! I'm so passionate about it that I tell Preach I really don't like bullies...especially internet trolls. If you see something you don't agree with, keep scrolling. No need for vitriol spewed over a keyboard. FREEL Let's get'em before time runs out!! EVERYONE I know because want 1h Like Reply women to feel good about themselves again! we should all be mature enough to be aware of others' feelings... there were so many things I wanted to say in this video that I simply forgot to say: • Having haters means you are just making people question themselves •people are only mean to others because they are insecure with #yourvibedeterminesyourtribe 4m Like Reply 2h Like Reply If people unfollow then oh well. yes!!! I was so excited Like Reply 3m that the BOGO was extended through today!!! themselves 2h Like Replv • success is hard to see when you aren't walking the same path ETC. same ingredients you can get otc much cheaper. I'm so intrigued by cbd! I take it for my knee and back and I'm so loving it. Skincare sounds amazing! But there is no excuse to hurt others... Do your research, hun. and our children watch what we do and how we act, then become carbon copies - monkey see, monkey do: and many people wonder why their kids are bullies. Because they are still.. See More 1h Like Reply no one is forcing anything. I don't sell thrive products but i do use them. Trust me there are much worse But you sell it too. What Like Reply 1h issues out there than to tear down is going on with these posts? moms trying to help other moms while making a buck. Plus as a friend supporting another small business is totally my jam. You're an amazing lady! Love what you do and what you stand for!! We are all here for all that wants to get healthier that's all nothing is going on other than I find CBD to be intriguing! Even as a medical person I will admit that I don't 3m Like Reply know much about it or how it works. but it does. It blew my mind when I forgot to take my oil for a few days and discovered I was in more pain than on it. I do not sell CBD oil. but my experience with it has made me a believer despite my medical skepticism. I would be happy to share with you my initial experience with the skincare that I just got too and made me excited to talk about it. I in no way meant my comment to be misleading. YOU are an awesome Like Reply 1h woman Jess.... proud to have you in my TRIBE amen sister!!! Love to Like 2m Reply you today!!! Like Reply 4m . but you sell Thrive. Thats what all of these posts are (the big secret). Your replies on other posts are your downline and trying to make all of us think others are interested. BAZA AR T° This is bad business. Please stop pulling moms into this. Valiant effort Blue (got this before you were blocked)
Alive, Bad, and Children: is with
 and 92 others.
 ..
 Girl this happened to me yesterday too! I
 don't understand it!
 don't you all notice that
 you're losing your friends. We don't
 want anything MLM and are changing
 settings to not see anything.
 Everyone knows these tactics.
 l can't say enough how AMAZING this product line is!!!
 Like Reply
 2h
 I am checking off my own gift list (and stocking up for
 myself) - holiday gift sets available, and BOGO (buy 2 get
 one FREE) on individual full sized items!!!
 Some ideas for Moms, Sisters, In-laws and Girlfriends:
 maybe it was the same
 Like Reply
 woman!!!!!!
 3m
 Like Reply
 2h
 A Hand and foot lotion with a nail polish pack and a dollar
 store foot stone
 you said "skincare
 sounds amazing" then in your response
 you said you'd be happy to share your
 experience with the product.
 Charcoal detox bar with a dollar store loofah and a
 this was
 actually a friend of mine asking me
 what kind of selling scheme l'm
 involved in! She was nasty!
 Christmas hand towel
 * CBD enzyme peel with dollar store eye mask and bottle
 of wine
 A Perfect little spa themed gifts for "girls' night in"!!! Ask
 Anyone can look at the posts and who
 likes and comments. Those profiles are
 Like Reply
 me how I can help!!!
 2h
 the same.
 And everyone gets a car!
 sare you SERIOUS?!?!
 Give her my name...
 FEELING LUCK TODAY???
 It's upsetting that moms are targeted.
 Don't hurt these families financially.
 BOGO
 SKINCARE! buy
 2 - get one
 We are "pulling moms" into nothing. I
 have suffered years and years of
 chronic pain, multiple brain surgeries
 and a level of exhaustion that you most
 likely can not even fathom.
 Thrive helped me feel "alive" again. It is
 an amazing program... no secret!! I'm
 so passionate about it that I tell
 Preach
 I really don't like bullies...especially internet
 trolls. If you see something you don't agree
 with, keep scrolling. No need for vitriol
 spewed over a keyboard.
 FREEL
 Let's get'em before time runs out!!
 EVERYONE I know because want
 1h Like Reply
 women to feel good about themselves
 again!
 we should all
 be mature enough to be aware of
 others' feelings... there were so many
 things I wanted to say in this video that
 I simply forgot to say:
 • Having haters means you are just
 making people question themselves
 •people are only mean to others
 because they are insecure with
 #yourvibedeterminesyourtribe
 4m Like Reply
 2h
 Like
 Reply
 If people unfollow then oh well.
 yes!!! I was so excited
 Like Reply
 3m
 that the BOGO was extended through
 today!!!
 themselves
 2h
 Like
 Replv
 • success is hard to see when you
 aren't walking the same path
 ETC.
 same ingredients you can get otc much
 cheaper.
 I'm so intrigued by cbd! I take it for my knee
 and back and I'm so loving it. Skincare
 sounds amazing!
 But there is no excuse to hurt others...
 Do your research, hun.
 and our children watch what we do and
 how we act, then become carbon
 copies - monkey see, monkey do: and
 many people wonder why their kids are
 bullies. Because they are still.. See More
 1h Like Reply
 no one is forcing anything.
 I don't sell thrive products but i do use
 them. Trust me there are much worse
 But you sell it too. What
 Like Reply
 1h
 issues out there than to tear down
 is going on with these posts?
 moms trying to help other moms while
 making a buck. Plus as a friend
 supporting another small business is
 totally my jam.
 You're an
 amazing lady! Love what you do and
 what you stand for!! We are all here for
 all that wants to get healthier that's all
 nothing is going on other
 than I find CBD to be intriguing! Even as
 a medical person I will admit that I don't
 3m Like Reply
 know much about it or how it works. but
 it does. It blew my mind when I forgot
 to take my oil for a few days and
 discovered I was in more pain than on it.
 I do not sell CBD oil. but my experience
 with it has made me a believer despite
 my medical skepticism. I would be
 happy to share with you my initial
 experience with the skincare that I just
 got too and made me excited to talk
 about it. I in no way meant my comment
 to be misleading.
 YOU are an awesome
 Like Reply
 1h
 woman Jess.... proud to have you in my
 TRIBE
 amen sister!!! Love to
 Like
 2m
 Reply
 you today!!!
 Like Reply
 4m
 . but you sell Thrive. Thats
 what all of these posts are (the big
 secret).
 Your replies on other posts are your
 downline and trying to make all of us
 think others are interested.
 BAZA AR T°
 This is bad business. Please stop
 pulling moms into this.
Valiant effort Blue (got this before you were blocked)

Valiant effort Blue (got this before you were blocked)

Beautiful, Facts, and Food: reillymouse fun funeral facts • embalming, the process of chemically preserving a corpse, is typically not required by law. unless you need to transport the body long-distance or postpone the burial, it's 100% a vanity thing. a body still rots in air-tight conditions. so "protective" or "sealed" caskets are basically a scam, and anything fancy like metal is a waste of money. • want a beautiful casket for a viewing, but think burning or burying an expensive piece of hardwood is a waste of money and trees? rentals exist you don't need a coffin for cremation. the minimum requirement is that the body be in a "cremation container," which is a simple cardboard box. home funerals are an option. you don't need to hand the body over to a funeral home, and you can keep their involvement to a minimum. • natural burial sites exist. you can have your unembalmed body straight up thrown in the dirt to be tree food, if you want. there are a lot of funeral homes that will prey on your ignorance and vulnerability in order to get as much money out of you as possible. they may imply optional certain services are legally mandatory, steer you away from cheaper options, charge additional costs for what's supposed to be all-inclusive services, etc. one person's death is another person's profit. know your rights, do your research, and apply the same scrutiny you would to any other business. absolutelybatty For those of you interested, the youtube channel Ask A Mortician does a lot of videos on taboo death subjects, answers questions and is a huge advocate for natural burials and being present during the actual funeral process so you don't get taken advantage of by the funeral industry. She's one of my favourite youtubers and I highly recommend her videos. Fun funeral facts
Beautiful, Facts, and Food: reillymouse
 fun funeral facts
 • embalming, the process of chemically preserving a corpse, is typically not
 required by law. unless you need to transport the body long-distance or
 postpone the burial, it's 100% a vanity thing.
 a body still rots in air-tight conditions. so "protective" or "sealed" caskets
 are basically a scam, and anything fancy like metal is a waste of money.
 • want a beautiful casket for a viewing, but think burning or burying an
 expensive piece of hardwood is a waste of money and trees? rentals
 exist
 you don't need a coffin for cremation. the minimum requirement is that the
 body be in a "cremation container," which is a simple cardboard box.
 home funerals are an option. you don't need to hand the body over to a
 funeral home, and you can keep their involvement to a minimum.
 • natural burial sites exist. you can have your unembalmed body straight up
 thrown in the dirt to be tree food, if you want.
 there are a lot of funeral homes that will prey on your ignorance and
 vulnerability in order to get as much money out of you as possible. they
 may imply optional certain services are legally mandatory, steer you away
 from cheaper options, charge additional costs for what's supposed to be
 all-inclusive services, etc.
 one person's death is another person's profit. know your rights, do your
 research, and apply the same scrutiny you would to any other business.
 absolutelybatty
 For those of you interested, the youtube channel Ask A Mortician does a lot of
 videos on taboo death subjects, answers questions and is a huge advocate for
 natural burials and being present during the actual funeral process so you don't
 get taken advantage of by the funeral industry. She's one of my favourite
 youtubers and I highly recommend her videos.
Fun funeral facts

Fun funeral facts

Books, Christmas, and Family: 73%I 9:53 5 I have had amazing support with our family business but am guilty of some things below! - Who pays that much for mascara?? - That's a whole lot for a pair leggings. - I can get wax melts at Walmart for much cheaper. - Flintstone vitamins work just fine. - Monat, I don't need that, I use that Mane and Tail shampoo for horses! - Pink drink... I said I take Flinstone vitamins! - Greens... I drink V8, it has a serving of veggies and fruits! - Acne? Clearasil has worked for me and is cheap! - Ulta and Sephora have good deals, sometimes. - I can buy affordable jewelry at Walmart. - My gummy vitamins help my hair grow, I think. - collagen? I use powder! and it's cheap! - That much for books? Half price books has some in decent shape, right? OOOWRONG!!!OO Here's why Most direct sales companies offer not only Superior products in their category, but financial freedom to their owners. And no, the money you are spending on non quality products actually doubles when you have to replace or buy new products that never worked at all Direct sales aren't always well received, and that's fine. For some reason when your friend starts selling these things, many of us find every reason to not support them, rather than the big corporations. But what if you were helping your friend pay for her kids Christmas?! If you are a distributor, ambassador, representative, presenter, consultant or owner of your own business then I'm sure you've heard this reasoning from friends your If I have the chance to support my friends, over a billion dollar company that doesn't care about me, or their product quality, I'm going to. Found on a fb friends page, she sells almost all of the many MLMs to support her 15 person family.
Books, Christmas, and Family: 73%I 9:53
 5
 I have had amazing support with our family business but am
 guilty of some things below!
 - Who pays
 that much for mascara??
 - That's a whole lot for a pair leggings.
 - I can get wax melts at Walmart for much cheaper.
 - Flintstone vitamins work just fine.
 - Monat, I don't need that, I use that Mane and Tail shampoo
 for horses!
 - Pink drink... I said I take Flinstone vitamins!
 - Greens... I drink V8, it has a serving of veggies and fruits!
 - Acne? Clearasil has worked for me and is cheap!
 - Ulta and Sephora have good deals, sometimes.
 - I can buy affordable jewelry at Walmart.
 - My gummy vitamins help my hair grow, I think.
 - collagen? I use powder! and it's cheap!
 - That much for books? Half price books has some in decent
 shape, right?
 OOOWRONG!!!OO
 Here's why
 Most direct sales companies offer not only Superior products
 in their category, but financial freedom to their owners. And
 no, the money you are spending on non quality products
 actually doubles when you have to replace or buy new
 products that never worked at all
 Direct sales aren't always well received, and that's fine.
 For some reason when your friend starts selling these
 things, many of us find every reason to not support them,
 rather than the big corporations. But what if you were
 helping your friend pay for her kids Christmas?!
 If you are a distributor, ambassador, representative,
 presenter, consultant or owner of your own business then
 I'm sure you've heard this reasoning from
 friends
 your
 If I have the chance to support my friends, over a billion
 dollar company that doesn't care about me, or their product
 quality, I'm going to.
Found on a fb friends page, she sells almost all of the many MLMs to support her 15 person family.

Found on a fb friends page, she sells almost all of the many MLMs to support her 15 person family.

Help, Laptop, and Design: Hey folks! I am looking for a laptop alike this design (acer swift7 sf714-52t) but cheaper. Can you recommend/help me find one?
Help, Laptop, and Design: Hey folks! I am looking for a laptop alike this design (acer swift7 sf714-52t) but cheaper. Can you recommend/help me find one?

Hey folks! I am looking for a laptop alike this design (acer swift7 sf714-52t) but cheaper. Can you recommend/help me find one?

Books, Christmas, and Friends: 6 hrs Who pays that much for mascara?? - That's a lot for a pair leggings - I can get wax melts at Walmart for cheaper. - Flintstone vitamins work just fine. - Monat, I don't need that, I use that Mane and Tail shampoo for horses! Pink drink... I said I take Flinstone vitamins! Greens... I drink V8, it has a serving of veggies and fruits! Acne? Clearasil has worked for me and is cheap Ulta and Sephora have good deals, sometimes. I can buy affordable jewelry at Walmart. - My gummy vitamins help my hair grow, I think That much for books? Half price books has some in decent shape, right? Wrong!! Here's why Most direct sales companies offer not only Superior products in their catagory, but financial freedom to their owners. And no, the money you are spending on non quality products actually doubles when you have to replace or buy new products that never worked at all Direct sales aren't always well received, and that's fine For some reason when your friend starts selling these things, many of us find every reason to not support them, rather than the big corporations. But what if you were helping your friend pay for her kids Christmas?! If you are a distributor, ambassador, representative, presenter, consultant or owner of your own business then I'm sure you've heard this reasoning from your friends If you don’t support MLM, you don’t want your friends to be able to afford Christmas gifts!!!!
Books, Christmas, and Friends: 6 hrs
 Who pays that much for mascara??
 - That's a lot for a pair leggings
 - I can get wax melts at Walmart for cheaper.
 - Flintstone vitamins work just fine.
 - Monat, I don't need that, I use that Mane and Tail shampoo
 for horses!
 Pink drink... I said I take Flinstone vitamins!
 Greens... I drink V8, it has a serving of veggies and fruits!
 Acne? Clearasil has worked for me and is cheap
 Ulta and Sephora have good deals, sometimes.
 I can buy affordable jewelry at Walmart.
 - My gummy vitamins help my hair grow, I think
 That much for books? Half price books has some in decent
 shape, right?
 Wrong!!
 Here's why
 Most direct sales companies offer not only Superior
 products in their catagory, but financial freedom to their
 owners. And no, the money you are spending on non quality
 products actually doubles when you have to replace or buy
 new products that never worked at all
 Direct sales aren't always well received, and that's fine
 For some reason when your friend starts selling these
 things, many of us find every reason to not support them,
 rather than the big corporations. But what if you were
 helping your friend pay for her kids Christmas?!
 If you are a distributor, ambassador, representative,
 presenter, consultant or owner of your own business then
 I'm sure you've heard this reasoning from your friends
If you don’t support MLM, you don’t want your friends to be able to afford Christmas gifts!!!!

If you don’t support MLM, you don’t want your friends to be able to afford Christmas gifts!!!!

Bad, Future, and Period: active reading Suggested reading and writing time-55 minutes. It is suggested that you spend 15 minutes reading the question, analyzing and Question 1 The Directions evaluating the sources, and 40 minutes writing your response. Note: You may begin writing your response before the reading period is over. (This question counts for one-third of the total essay section score.) Artificial intelligence (AI) is hyped as the magic bullet for every challenge-from easing traffic congestion to providing medical care in remote locations, from protecting endangered species to rescuing hostages in dangerous settings. The common foundation is a conviction that AI operations will be faster, more effective, more accurate and sometimes cheaper than human operations, and-critically-will avoid human errors. But with their functional superiority and machine learning capabilities, will AI implementations also be able to evolve beyond human control? And is that necessarily a bad thing? Carefully read the following seven sources, including the introductory information for each source. Then synthesize information from at least three of the sources and incorporate it into a coherent, well-written essay that addresses this question: Is artificial intelligence to be feared because of its potential independence from human control, or is it to be embraced due to its superior ability to deliver benefits that enhance our lives? Use the sources to develop and explain your argument. Avoid merely summarizing the sources. Indicate clearly which sources you are drawing from, whether through direct quotation, paraphrase, or summary. You may cite the sources as Source A, Source B, and so forth, or by using the descriptions in Source A (Future) Source B (Letter) Source C (Frankenstein) Source D (slides) Source E (Third Offset) Source F (Robots) Source G (graph) Here is the prompt for my synthesis essay (previous post)
Bad, Future, and Period: active reading
 Suggested reading and writing time-55 minutes.
 It is suggested that you spend 15 minutes reading the question, analyzing and
 Question 1
 The Directions
 evaluating the sources, and 40 minutes writing your response.
 Note: You may begin writing your response before the reading period is over.
 (This question counts for one-third of the total essay section score.)
 Artificial intelligence (AI) is hyped as the magic bullet for every challenge-from
 easing traffic congestion to providing medical care in remote locations, from
 protecting endangered species to rescuing hostages in dangerous settings. The common
 foundation is a conviction that AI operations will be faster, more effective, more
 accurate and sometimes cheaper than human operations, and-critically-will avoid
 human errors. But with their functional superiority and machine learning capabilities,
 will AI implementations also be able to evolve beyond human control? And is that
 necessarily a bad thing?
 Carefully read the following seven sources, including the introductory information
 for each source. Then synthesize information from at least three of the sources and
 incorporate it into a coherent, well-written essay that addresses this question: Is
 artificial intelligence to be feared because of its potential independence from human
 control, or is it to be embraced due to its superior ability to deliver benefits that
 enhance our lives?
 Use the sources to develop and explain your argument. Avoid merely summarizing the
 sources. Indicate clearly which sources you are drawing from, whether through direct
 quotation, paraphrase, or summary. You may cite the sources as Source A, Source B,
 and so forth, or by using the descriptions in
 Source A (Future)
 Source B (Letter)
 Source C (Frankenstein)
 Source D (slides)
 Source E (Third Offset)
 Source F (Robots)
 Source G (graph)
Here is the prompt for my synthesis essay (previous post)

Here is the prompt for my synthesis essay (previous post)

Ass, Bad, and Big Dick: 10:37 scorpio guy 23/11/2019 WOMAVA hi 10:04 p.m. hi 10:04 p.m. gery are you up for sexting becasuel find you super attractive? 10:06 p.m. you can only see my eye 10:08 p.m. I'd rather eat broken glass 10:08 p.m. so much broken girl 10:12 p.m. you arent very good at english 10:12 p.m. Yeah i know that but i am not that bad at sex 10:12 p.m. I'm not into sex machines I can get those for cheaper and they arent disrespectful 10:13 p.m. so you mean I disrespect you? 10:14 p.m. well you cant spell, and you came in here wanting to sext, like a typical fuck boi retard 10:14 p.m. I have a huge dick making me crazy to enter in your vagina 10:15 p.m. again you cant speak english and are talking like a gross ass monkey 10:16 p.m. becasue I can smell your vagina and masturbating with one hand 10:16 p.m. bro I dont have a vagina 10:17 p.m. that's nasty 10:17 p.m. I can adjust with ass hole 10:17 p.m. again I'd rather kill my self 10:18 p.m. give this opportunity to me i would like to kill you with my dick in your th roat 10:18 p.m. you really don't understand how much i don't want to be around you 10:20 p.m. then why asking for my dick? 10:21 p.m. look at every single message, and show me the one that says that 10:21 p.m. LIV just let me masturbate on your face whore 10:22 p.m. you're the only one acting like a whore here 10:22 p.m. I fuck whores like you 10:23 p.m. with my 8 inch big dick 10:23 p.m. again, you're the one being a whore 10:24 p.m. more like a rapist actually 10:24 p.m. I would love to rape you 10:25 p.m. thats pretty sad 10:25 p.m. were your parents that bad 10:25 p.m. my father fucked your mom and ask this to your momma 10:26 p.m. Idk man I just, I don't know
Ass, Bad, and Big Dick: 10:37
 scorpio guy
 23/11/2019
 WOMAVA
 hi
 10:04 p.m.
 hi
 10:04 p.m.
 gery
 are you up for sexting becasuel
 find you super attractive?
 10:06 p.m.
 you can only see my eye
 10:08 p.m.
 I'd rather eat broken glass
 10:08 p.m.
 so much broken girl
 10:12 p.m.
 you arent very good at english
 10:12 p.m.
 Yeah i know that but i am not
 that bad at sex
 10:12 p.m.
 I'm not into sex machines I can
 get those for cheaper and they
 arent disrespectful
 10:13 p.m.
 so you mean I disrespect you?
 10:14 p.m.
 well you cant spell, and you
 came in here wanting to sext,
 like a typical fuck boi retard
 10:14 p.m.
 I have a huge dick making me
 crazy to enter in your vagina
 10:15 p.m.
 again you cant speak english
 and are talking like a gross ass
 monkey
 10:16 p.m.
 becasue I can smell your vagina
 and masturbating with one
 hand
 10:16 p.m.
 bro I dont have a vagina
 10:17 p.m.
 that's nasty
 10:17 p.m.
 I can adjust with ass hole
 10:17 p.m.
 again I'd rather kill my self
 10:18 p.m.
 give this opportunity to me i
 would like to kill you with my
 dick in your th roat
 10:18 p.m.
 you really don't understand
 how much i don't want to be
 around you
 10:20 p.m.
 then why asking for my dick?
 10:21 p.m.
 look at every single message,
 and show me the one that says
 that
 10:21 p.m.
 LIV
 just let me masturbate on your
 face whore
 10:22 p.m.
 you're the only one acting like a
 whore here
 10:22 p.m.
 I fuck whores like you
 10:23 p.m.
 with my 8 inch big dick
 10:23 p.m.
 again, you're the one being a
 whore
 10:24 p.m.
 more like a rapist actually
 10:24 p.m.
 I would love to rape you
 10:25 p.m.
 thats pretty sad
 10:25 p.m.
 were your parents that bad
 10:25 p.m.
 my father fucked your mom and
 ask this to your momma
 10:26 p.m.
Idk man I just, I don't know

Idk man I just, I don't know

Alive, Children, and Comfortable: trilliontreesinitiative THE TRILLION TREES INITIATIVE It was really all my fault. Stars in my eyes, I haphazardly met strangers from the internet in more-or-less public places and pled my case, just to be brushed off over and over again. Months of pounding the keyboard, and trying to find people to help me, I gave up and decided if it needed doing, I could at least give it a game try. I posted my plea to every corner of the internet, every newsgroup I could find, every fledgling website. This was back before there were pictures on the internet. I was a true believer then and was sure that if I found the right people, somehow we'd find a way to plant a trillion trees on our planet. Spare change went to seedlings that I nurtured through frigid winters and increasingly hot summers. I surreptitiously planted them a spade in one pocket and a sapling or ten in another, all wrapped in a damp rag ready for a moment no one seemed to be watching-- could add a sapling to a border of trees along the waters' edge, or in a little clearing of national forest Time passed, kids came, and overwhelmed by the responsibilities I'd willingly accepted without any real sense of the gravity of my commitment to the humans l'd made, I let my zealous mission drift off like my trapeze artist dreams from thirty years earlier. My kids were smarter than me, and kept me busy ferrying them back and forth with their extracurricular activities. I felt like an unpaid lab assistant for their science fair projects, but I knew that sacrifice was part of parenthood and I tucked my passions behind a mask of nurturing officiousness. I truly forgot about the pleas l'd broadcast so carelessly. The internet was a wild place in the late twentieth century, and twenty years after my last screams into the abyss came the most unexpected answer, delivered simultaneously to my old and new email account and sent as a text WE CAN HELP WITH THE TREES. It looked like it came from my own email address, my own cell number, and it was only addressed to me. I almost swiped away the messages, but.. but what was I rejecting? My old mission? I still knew we needed trees to help counter our own environmental carelessness. What if my shouts into the void reached someone who could actually help? I wrote and discarded responses, one after another. Finally, I replied with "I'm open to suggestions," and watched as my own words buzzed my telephone and felt foolish and a little more cynical as nothing happened. What was I expecting? Hackers to show up with bushels of acorns? It wasn't hackers, it was a strangely bland man who rang my doorbell the next morning right after l'd hugged my kids and seen the bus shuttle them to school. Since was still wearing pants, I answered the door. "Sorry, we're renters" has been my greeting to anyone at my door for the last decade. It's not actually true, even -- we bought our rented house before the kids were born, but it usually cuts off any sales pitch and lets any visitor trundle off to a more likely mark. I wasn't even really thinking about the weird message of the night before--my chore list was mighty and overwhelming and if I wanted to live in a clean house, I needed to make it happen--but the bland man took a breath before I closed the door in his face "THE TREES" I don't know how it sounded like thousands of voices, all at once, at a conversationally comfortable volume, but I got a sense of foreignness, of something far beyond my understanding, happening right at my front door. My chores didn't seem to be much of a priority anymore. I felt no danger from the stranger, just overwhelming urgency to do as he wished. My desire to invite the stranger to sit at my dining room table and listen was my only priority. I led the way to the table and offfered some coffee to my guest "NO, THANK YOU" the myriad voices replied, sitting across the table from my spot. He just looked like a guy in his late twenties or early thirties. He could be my pizza delivery dude, or the guy who managed the movie theater, or a shoe salessman. Sandy brown hair was cut and combed neatly. He seemed to be in reasonable shape, with rested placid eyes and a neutral expression on his slightly ruddy face. He seemed both comfortably solid and like he was vibrating almost too fast for me to tell. "HERE'S OUR OFFER" echoed (maybe only in my head? Maybe I'm actually going crazy. This is the weirdest interaction l've ever had with a sapient creature. I'm pretty sure that guy was not a pizza deliverer or salesman, he was something, maybe many things, different.) The paper felt high-quality thick and smooth, but the letters were iridescent, black at first glance, but racing oil-slick colors at any angle. My eyes couldn't focus on it at first. Did this guy drug me? Why did I let him in my house? He was probably a serial killer. Or a mass murderer? All those voices all at once? This was insane. "PLEASE READ IT" I obediently looked down at the words "WE, THE UNDERSIGNED, WISH TO SAVE YOUR PLANET WITH YOU" I looked up at the bland man and tried to explain my insignificance "I like where you're going with this, but I'm just one person. I'm not in charge of anything really, including my own children. I can't even keep my houseplants alive." I pointed at browning foliage in my house, a spider plant that was purportedly unkillable until my indefatigable inability to keep track of my own commitments caught up and dried out. "WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WHO YOU CAN BE. KEEP READING" The words seemed to swim and reform as I looked down again. "WE WILL BUY VAST TRACTS OF LAND AROUND YOUR PLANET. WE WILL PLANT YOUR TRILLION TREES. YOU JUST MUST AGREE I felt completely inadequate. I was in no way qualified to agree to this. I'm a suburban mom, not a diplomat or foreign dignitary. I recycle and try to avoid single-use plastics, but I'm not even sure that I'm doing that right. What if I was agreeing to an alien invasion? My authority is limited to two small humans who were at least half jerk, and that's not counting their father's influence More words scrambled across the page. "WE WISH NO HARM TO YOU, WE JUST WISH TO MAKE YOUR PLANET MORE HABITABLE BOTH FOR US AND YOU." Ah, there's the catch. Who the hell are they? Do I want to cohabitate with another species? What if they're like kudzu -- invasive and impossible to remove? The page seemed to shimmer as the letters reformed: "WE WILL ONLY GROW TREES THAT CAN THRIVE WITHOUT DAMAGING OTHER SPECIES. "But why me?" "YOU ARE THE DREAMER" "Even if I didn't want you to do this, there's no way I could stop you, so...sure! Go for it. A pen rolled across my table and stopped, pointing at a big black X at the bottom of the page "SIGN AT THE X I looked over the page again. No legalese had suddenly appeared. The words were the same The pen felt heavy and I knew I was doing something irrevocable but I couldn't seem to stop. I used my best handwriting and signed my name, which of course you all know by now. The bland man inclined his head and took the paper at once, tucking it into an inside pocket of his tan corduroy jacket "THAT SHOULD DO IT" his voice buzzed more as he stood, and moved to the door I felt bemused and a little like l'd signed something expensive away without fully understanding the value as I locked the door behind the stranger. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe none of it happened The first sign that I hadn't suffered a psychotic break - to be honest, I was a little surprised it wasn't, l'd always felt precariously balanced on the edge of sanity and figured this was the final separation of my tenuous grasp on reality the first sign was a few days later, when I finished matching another dozen socks, rolling them together, and throwing them in my older child's underwear drawer. Her room was a pigsty, but we'd come to an agreement that her worktable was her problem and that no food was consumed in her room, so it was relatively hygienic. I looked out the window and saw that the empty lot next to my house no longer had a sign advertising a local Realtor and something was happening I slid my feet into flip-flops and walked to my mailbox and saw the bland man riding a giant lawnmower, cutting the native brush to nearly barren dirt. I flipped through three credit card offers I planned to dump straight into the recycling and leafed through the grocery circular and noted that pork chops were a few dollars cheaper per pound, so McRibs would be coming back soon The silliest things played through my head as watched him clear the land, as a flock of quail ( have Opinions About Quail, mostly that they're only saved from extinction by reproducing so much, because they seem to have a death wish near motorized vehicles) ran on foot just ahead of the mower waved at the man, since we were acquainted. Sort of, I didn't know his name, and I'd never even thought to ask. Why didn't I ask? l'd signed a contract that I didn't truly understand and didn't even know his name. I patiently waited for him to mow back toward my property line, the forgotten junk mail between my arm and chest. He shimmered a little as he hopped off the mower and moved towards me. "WE MUST PREPARE THE LAND. I nodded, like I knew his plan all along and was magnanimously supervising him, I offered him a bottle of water, or the use of my toilet, if he needed it. "WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED" Why was he speaking in the plural? It hadn't seemed odd until just then. My sense of incongruity and that something was Just Not Right began to ramp up. I waved at them and walked back to my bungalow. I popped online to see what was happening in the world and saw the bigger picture, easily seen by less self-absorbed human beings. Every single vacant lot in the world was being mowed flat by a bland looking man, who was identical in feature to every other bland-looking man mowing a vacant lot. Too weird. Reporters tried to talk to the men, but they placidly mowed each lot, one after another. Where did all of the mowers come from? There were no brand markers on the machines. As soon as the lots were cleared, furrows were plowed The bland men moved implacably, good neighbors every one, and stopped the racket of agricultural busywork well before dinnertime. They started the next day after sunrise. The story got bigger as the days passed. It was on the front page of newspapers, and everyone seemed to have a hot take on what was really going on. Aliens? Nah, they looked too normal. Clones? How could millions of clones make it to adulthood without someone catching on? As far as I could tell, I was the only one who'd successfully spoken to any of these....people, if that's what they were. I thought I might be able to tell someone about my weird experience, but I was also positive that no one would believe me. I told my husband the strange tale and he laughed at my creativity and rubbed my back as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I drove the kids to school and went to the public library. I used it frequently for escapist fiction, mostly about young women in the early 19th century trying to snag a spouse. I went straight to the reference desk. Do you know what's going on with these guys mowing and plowing everywhere?" The librarian grimaced, "You're number six to ask today. We have no idea," I returned a stack of Regencies into the slot next to the desk, and walked back to my car without grabbing any new trashy fiction. I drove home pensively, worried that I had fucked up something big. Safe in my garage, I felt my anxiety rise, and tried to breathe slowly and smoothly and reason my way through this mystery. I agreed to let someone plant the trees that I knew we needed We clearly weren't taking care of our planet and someone else was stepping in for us. Did it really matter that I didn't understand their reasoning or motivations? l'd been begging the world for so long, and someone finally listened. Panic attack averted, I stepped into my kitchen and rinsed the breakfast dishes before loading the dishwasher. looked out of my kitchen window and saw a wall of trees in the formerly vacant lot. Not seedlings, fully grown and mature trees.T flipped on the news, and it was the same everywhere. The trees were in. The space station reported that there were just new trees everywhere, they hadn't been uprooted from forests, they just suddenly existed. Every tree fit perfectly in its microclimate, and fruit and nut trees were included in each single-lot forest freely available for hungry mouths I ran outside and looked for the man. He was standing with his hands on his lower baçk looking up. Fruit trees were in full bloom. Conifers looked like they'd been growingg there since time began. I stood next to the man.I didn't even know what words I could use to express my gratitude, my discomfort, my fear "WE ARE DONE, MS. APPLESEED" he buzzed, and suddenly became a cloud of bees. The cloud, the machinery, the man all dispersed. The signed paper fell to the newly turned earth. The trees stayed where they were. A lot of people had been watching the planters. A lot of people saw the planters become clouds of bees. A lot of people grabbed one of the billion copies of my signed contract, and everyone saw my name, clear as day. "Terra Appleseed, Mother of Trees", the headlines called me My number was unlisted, but my phone didn't stop ringing for weeks. I didn't have any of the answers that the reporters wanted. I was just a dreamer, I told them. I don't know why the bees listened to me. The scientists had the most to say, of course. Carbon dioxide was down, oxygen was up Glaciers stopped melting, and while I was trying to sound like a functional adult, refusing any interview requests, my older daughter figured out how to make cold fusion work. She'd built a variation of a Farnsworth Fusor that fused two atoms of hydrogen into one of helium at room temperature, and suddenly eliminated the need for fossil fuel combustion With a ready-built platform, we freely gave away her discovery to anyone who'd listen. At first, people thought I'd somehow organized the tree thing to sell my daughter's invention but I knew we'd get by fine without charging a dime. The truth was more mysterious and unexplainable, but we, as a species, weren't going to get ourselves in such a fix again -- we didn't need to. We just needed the bees to start us off, and my daughter to finish our addiction to combustion People started planting their own trees, too, but nothing made them grow forty feet in a day. The bees kept that secret. I was much too boring to stay in the spotlight for long, and I returned to my diet of trashy novels and quiet longing for that feeling of secret importance that had filled the days of planting, the wonder at this enormous leap towards peace and understanding that seemed to fall into my lap It was enough. My obituary decades later would focus on the mystery of the trees, the dream I tried to spread, and the unexpected way it came true The trillion trees initiative worked. We reached for the stars, comfortable that our home planet was safe. We found life everywhere we looked. As far as I know, no one ever spoke to the bees again. Super long, sorry - A modern day fairy tale about trees.
Alive, Children, and Comfortable: trilliontreesinitiative
 THE TRILLION TREES INITIATIVE
 It was really all my fault. Stars in my eyes, I
 haphazardly met strangers from the internet in
 more-or-less public places and pled my case,
 just to be brushed off over and over again.
 Months of pounding the keyboard, and trying to
 find people to help me, I gave up and decided if
 it needed doing, I could at least give it a game
 try.
 I posted my plea to every corner of the internet,
 every newsgroup I could find, every fledgling
 website. This was back before there were
 pictures on the internet. I was a true believer
 then and was sure that if I found the right
 people, somehow we'd find a way to plant a
 trillion trees on our planet.
 Spare change went to seedlings that I nurtured
 through frigid winters and increasingly hot
 summers. I surreptitiously planted them a
 spade in one pocket and a sapling or ten in
 another, all wrapped in a damp rag ready for
 a moment no one seemed to be watching--
 could add a sapling to a border of trees along
 the waters' edge, or in a little clearing of national
 forest
 Time passed, kids came, and overwhelmed
 by the responsibilities I'd willingly accepted
 without any real sense of the gravity of my
 commitment to the humans l'd made, I let my
 zealous mission drift off like my trapeze artist
 dreams from thirty years earlier. My kids were
 smarter than me, and kept me busy ferrying
 them back and forth with their extracurricular
 activities. I felt like an unpaid lab assistant
 for their science fair projects, but I knew that
 sacrifice was part of parenthood and I tucked
 my passions behind a mask of nurturing
 officiousness.
 I truly forgot about the pleas l'd broadcast so
 carelessly. The internet was a wild place in the
 late twentieth century, and twenty years after
 my last screams into the abyss came the most
 unexpected answer, delivered simultaneously
 to my old and new email account and sent as a
 text
 WE CAN HELP WITH THE TREES.
 It looked like it came from my own email
 address, my own cell number, and it was only
 addressed to me.
 I almost swiped away the messages, but.. but
 what was I rejecting? My old mission? I still
 knew we needed trees to help counter our own
 environmental carelessness. What if my shouts
 into the void reached someone who could
 actually help?
 I wrote and discarded responses, one after
 another. Finally, I replied with "I'm open to
 suggestions," and watched as my own words
 buzzed my telephone and felt foolish and a little
 more cynical as nothing happened. What was I
 expecting? Hackers to show up with bushels of
 acorns?
 It wasn't hackers, it was a strangely bland man
 who rang my doorbell the next morning right
 after l'd hugged my kids and seen the bus
 shuttle them to school. Since was still wearing
 pants, I answered the door.
 "Sorry, we're renters" has been my greeting
 to anyone at my door for the last decade. It's
 not actually true, even -- we bought our rented
 house before the kids were born, but it usually
 cuts off any sales pitch and lets any visitor
 trundle off to a more likely mark. I wasn't even
 really thinking about the weird message of the
 night before--my chore list was mighty and
 overwhelming and if I wanted to live in a clean
 house, I needed to make it happen--but the
 bland man took a breath before I closed the
 door in his face
 "THE TREES"
 I don't know how it sounded like thousands
 of voices, all at once, at a conversationally
 comfortable volume, but I got a sense of
 foreignness, of something far beyond my
 understanding, happening right at my front
 door.
 My chores didn't seem to be much of a priority
 anymore. I felt no danger from the stranger, just
 overwhelming urgency to do as he wished. My
 desire to invite the stranger to sit at my dining
 room table and listen was my only priority. I led
 the way to the table and offfered some coffee to
 my guest
 "NO, THANK YOU" the myriad voices replied,
 sitting across the table from my spot. He just
 looked like a guy in his late twenties or early
 thirties. He could be my pizza delivery dude,
 or the guy who managed the movie theater,
 or a shoe salessman. Sandy brown hair was
 cut and combed neatly. He seemed to be in
 reasonable shape, with rested placid eyes and a
 neutral expression on his slightly ruddy face. He
 seemed both comfortably solid and like he was
 vibrating almost too fast for me to tell.
 "HERE'S OUR OFFER" echoed (maybe only in
 my head? Maybe I'm actually going crazy. This
 is the weirdest interaction l've ever had with
 a sapient creature. I'm pretty sure that guy
 was not a pizza deliverer or salesman, he was
 something, maybe many things, different.)
 The paper felt high-quality
 thick and smooth,
 but the letters were iridescent, black at first
 glance, but racing oil-slick colors at any angle.
 My eyes couldn't focus on it at first. Did this guy
 drug me? Why did I let him in my house? He was
 probably a serial killer. Or a mass murderer? All
 those voices all at once? This was insane.
 "PLEASE READ IT"
 I obediently looked down at the words
 "WE, THE UNDERSIGNED, WISH TO SAVE
 YOUR PLANET WITH YOU"
 I looked up at the bland man and tried to explain
 my insignificance "I like where you're going with
 this, but I'm just one person. I'm not in charge
 of anything really, including my own children. I
 can't even keep my houseplants alive." I pointed
 at browning foliage in my house, a spider
 plant that was purportedly unkillable until my
 indefatigable inability to keep track of my own
 commitments caught up and dried out.
 "WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WHO YOU
 CAN BE. KEEP READING"
 The words seemed to swim and reform as I
 looked down again.
 "WE WILL BUY VAST TRACTS OF LAND
 AROUND YOUR PLANET. WE WILL PLANT
 YOUR TRILLION TREES. YOU JUST MUST
 AGREE
 I felt completely inadequate. I was in no way
 qualified to agree to this. I'm a suburban mom,
 not a diplomat or foreign dignitary. I recycle
 and try to avoid single-use plastics, but I'm not
 even sure that I'm doing that right. What if I was
 agreeing to an alien invasion? My authority is
 limited to two small humans who were at least
 half jerk, and that's not counting their father's
 influence
 More words scrambled across the page. "WE
 WISH NO HARM TO YOU, WE JUST WISH TO
 MAKE YOUR PLANET MORE HABITABLE
 BOTH FOR US AND YOU."
 Ah, there's the catch. Who the hell are they? Do
 I want to cohabitate with another species? What
 if they're like kudzu -- invasive and impossible to
 remove?
 The page seemed to shimmer as the letters
 reformed: "WE WILL ONLY GROW TREES
 THAT CAN THRIVE WITHOUT DAMAGING
 OTHER SPECIES.
 "But why me?"
 "YOU ARE THE DREAMER"
 "Even if I didn't want you to do this, there's no
 way I could stop you, so...sure! Go for it.
 A pen rolled across my table and stopped,
 pointing at a big black X at the bottom of the
 page
 "SIGN AT THE X
 I looked over the page again. No legalese had
 suddenly appeared. The words were the same
 The pen felt heavy and I knew I was doing
 something irrevocable but I couldn't seem to
 stop. I used my best handwriting and signed my
 name, which of course you all know by now.
 The bland man inclined his head and took the
 paper at once, tucking it into an inside pocket of
 his tan corduroy jacket
 "THAT SHOULD DO IT" his voice buzzed more
 as he stood, and moved to the door
 I felt bemused and a little like l'd signed
 something expensive away without fully
 understanding the value as I locked the door
 behind the stranger. Maybe I was seeing things.
 Maybe none of it happened
 The first sign that I hadn't suffered a psychotic
 break - to be honest, I was a little surprised
 it wasn't, l'd always felt precariously balanced
 on the edge of sanity and figured this was the
 final separation of my tenuous grasp on reality
 the first sign was a few days later, when I
 finished matching another dozen socks, rolling
 them together, and throwing them in my older
 child's underwear drawer. Her room was a
 pigsty, but we'd come to an agreement that her
 worktable was her problem and that no food
 was consumed in her room, so it was relatively
 hygienic. I looked out the window and saw that
 the empty lot next to my house no longer had a
 sign advertising a local Realtor and something
 was happening
 I slid my feet into flip-flops and walked to my
 mailbox and saw the bland man riding a giant
 lawnmower, cutting the native brush to nearly
 barren dirt. I flipped through three credit
 card offers I planned to dump straight into
 the recycling and leafed through the grocery
 circular and noted that pork chops were a few
 dollars cheaper per pound, so McRibs would be
 coming back soon
 The silliest things played through my head as
 watched him clear the land, as a flock of quail (
 have Opinions About Quail, mostly that they're
 only saved from extinction by reproducing so
 much, because they seem to have a death wish
 near motorized vehicles) ran on foot just ahead
 of the mower
 waved at the man, since we were acquainted.
 Sort of, I didn't know his name, and I'd never
 even thought to ask. Why didn't I ask? l'd signed
 a contract that I didn't truly understand and
 didn't even know his name. I patiently waited for
 him to mow back toward my property line, the
 forgotten junk mail between my arm and chest.
 He shimmered a little as he hopped off the
 mower and moved towards me.
 "WE MUST PREPARE THE LAND.
 I nodded, like I knew his plan all along and was
 magnanimously supervising him, I offered him
 a bottle of water, or the use of my toilet, if he
 needed it.
 "WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED"
 Why was he speaking in the plural? It hadn't
 seemed odd until just then. My sense of
 incongruity and that something was Just Not
 Right began to ramp up. I waved at them and
 walked back to my bungalow. I popped online
 to see what was happening in the world and
 saw the bigger picture, easily seen by less
 self-absorbed human beings.
 Every single vacant lot in the world was being
 mowed flat by a bland looking man, who was
 identical in feature to every other bland-looking
 man mowing a vacant lot. Too weird. Reporters
 tried to talk to the men, but they placidly
 mowed each lot, one after another. Where did
 all of the mowers come from? There were no
 brand markers on the machines. As soon as
 the lots were cleared, furrows were plowed
 The bland men moved implacably, good
 neighbors every one, and stopped the racket of
 agricultural busywork well before dinnertime.
 They started the next day after sunrise.
 The story got bigger as the days passed. It was
 on the front page of newspapers, and everyone
 seemed to have a hot take on what was really
 going on. Aliens? Nah, they looked too normal.
 Clones? How could millions of clones make it
 to adulthood without someone catching on?
 As far as I could tell, I was the only one who'd
 successfully spoken to any of these....people, if
 that's what they were. I thought I might be able
 to tell someone about my weird experience, but
 I was also positive that no one would believe
 me. I told my husband the strange tale and he
 laughed at my creativity and rubbed my back as
 I drifted off to sleep.
 The next morning, I drove the kids to school and
 went to the public library. I used it frequently for
 escapist fiction, mostly about young women in
 the early 19th century trying to snag a spouse. I
 went straight to the reference desk.
 Do you know what's going on with these guys
 mowing and plowing everywhere?"
 The librarian grimaced, "You're number six to
 ask today. We have no idea,"
 I returned a stack of Regencies into the slot
 next to the desk, and walked back to my car
 without grabbing any new trashy fiction. I drove
 home pensively, worried that I had fucked up
 something big.
 Safe in my garage, I felt my anxiety rise, and
 tried to breathe slowly and smoothly and reason
 my way through this mystery. I agreed to let
 someone plant the trees that I knew we needed
 We clearly weren't taking care of our planet
 and someone else was stepping in for us. Did
 it really matter that I didn't understand their
 reasoning or motivations? l'd been begging the
 world for so long, and someone finally listened.
 Panic attack averted, I stepped into my kitchen
 and rinsed the breakfast dishes before loading
 the dishwasher.
 looked out of my kitchen window and saw
 a wall of trees in the formerly vacant lot. Not
 seedlings, fully grown and mature trees.T
 flipped on the news, and it was the same
 everywhere. The trees were in. The space
 station reported that there were just new trees
 everywhere, they hadn't been uprooted from
 forests, they just suddenly existed. Every tree
 fit perfectly in its microclimate, and fruit and
 nut trees were included in each single-lot forest
 freely available for hungry mouths
 I ran outside and looked for the man. He was
 standing with his hands on his lower baçk
 looking up. Fruit trees were in full bloom.
 Conifers looked like they'd been growingg there
 since time began. I stood next to the man.I
 didn't even know what words I could use to
 express my gratitude, my discomfort, my fear
 "WE ARE DONE, MS. APPLESEED" he buzzed,
 and suddenly became a cloud of bees. The
 cloud, the machinery, the man all dispersed.
 The signed paper fell to the newly turned earth.
 The trees stayed where they were.
 A lot of people had been watching the planters.
 A lot of people saw the planters become
 clouds of bees. A lot of people grabbed one of
 the billion copies of my signed contract, and
 everyone saw my name, clear as day. "Terra
 Appleseed, Mother of Trees", the headlines
 called me
 My number was unlisted, but my phone didn't
 stop ringing for weeks. I didn't have any of the
 answers that the reporters wanted. I was just a
 dreamer, I told them. I don't know why the bees
 listened to me.
 The scientists had the most to say, of course.
 Carbon dioxide was down, oxygen was up
 Glaciers stopped melting, and while I was trying
 to sound like a functional adult, refusing any
 interview requests, my older daughter figured
 out how to make cold fusion work.
 She'd built a variation of a Farnsworth Fusor
 that fused two atoms of hydrogen into one
 of helium at room temperature, and suddenly
 eliminated the need for fossil fuel combustion
 With a ready-built platform, we freely gave
 away her discovery to anyone who'd listen. At
 first, people thought I'd somehow organized
 the tree thing to sell my daughter's invention
 but I knew we'd get by fine without charging
 a dime. The truth was more mysterious and
 unexplainable, but we, as a species, weren't
 going to get ourselves in such a fix again -- we
 didn't need to. We just needed the bees to start
 us off, and my daughter to finish our addiction
 to combustion
 People started planting their own trees, too,
 but nothing made them grow forty feet in a
 day. The bees kept that secret. I was much too
 boring to stay in the spotlight for long, and I
 returned to my diet of trashy novels and quiet
 longing for that feeling of secret importance
 that had filled the days of planting, the wonder
 at this enormous leap towards peace and
 understanding that seemed to fall into my lap
 It was enough. My obituary decades later would
 focus on the mystery of the trees, the dream
 I tried to spread, and the unexpected way it
 came true
 The trillion trees initiative worked. We reached
 for the stars, comfortable that our home planet
 was safe. We found life everywhere we looked.
 As far as I know, no one ever spoke to the bees
 again.
Super long, sorry - A modern day fairy tale about trees.

Super long, sorry - A modern day fairy tale about trees.

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Beautiful, Facts, and Food: reillymouse
 fun funeral facts
 embalming, the process of chemically preserving a corpse, is typically not
 required by law. unless you need to transport the body long-distance or
 postpone the burial, it's 100% a vanity thing
 a body still rots in air-tight conditions. so "protective" or "sealed" caskets
 are basically a scam, and anything fancy like metal is a waste of money.
 want a beautiful casket for a viewing, but think burning or burying an
 expensive piece of hardwood is a waste of money and trees? rentals
 exist
 you don't need a coffin for cremation. the minimum requirement is that the
 body be in a "cremation container," which is a simple cardboard box
 home funerals are an option. you don't need to hand the body over to a
 funeral home, and you can keep their involvement to a minimum
 natural burial sites exist. you can have your unembalmed body straight up
 thrown in the dirt to be tree food, if you want.
 there are a lot of funeral homes that will prey on your ignorance and
 vulnerability in order to get as much money out of you as possible. they
 may imply optional certain services are legally mandatory, steer you away
 from cheaper options, charge additional costs for what's supposed to be
 all-inclusive services, etc.
 one person's death is another person's profit. know your rights, do your
 research, and apply the same scrutiny you would to any other business
 absolutelybatty
 For those of you interested, the youtube channel Ask A Mortician does a lot of
 videos on taboo death subjects, answers questions and is a huge advocate for
 natural burials and being present during the actual funeral process so you don't
 get taken advantage of by the funeral industry. She's one of my favourite
 youtubers and I highly recommend her videos.
It's Time for Millennials to Kill Funerals

It's Time for Millennials to Kill Funerals