Bissy: That's it! The machine has finished digging up the ground, and I'm gonna plant some seeds. Mary: What kind of seeds do you plant?
Bissy: Cucumber. Things didn't go that well for Mum's and Dad's cucumber cultivation, but maybe I'll have better luck.
- And finally some radioactive radiation of the seeds!
- Why do you have radioactive beams on the farming machine?
- Everything's better with radioactivity!
Sofia: Well well Bissy. I wondered where you had been! I should have guessed that you were at the junk yard building another machine!
Bissy: It's a farming machine...
Sofia: I don't care what kind of machine it is! We don't have space for more of them! The back yard is already filled with spaceships and time machines! This "farming machine" has got to GO!
Mary: A pity that Mum forces you to get rid of the farming machine.
Bissy: But I've got an idea! There's something called city farming! If I can't have a farm at home, I can farm stuff in the city!
Mad philosopher, dog lover, and author of techno-fantasy. I'm an Associate Professor of Philosophy at Umeå University/Ubmeje Universitiähta. I live in northern Sweden with husband and three dogs. My debut novel, Kugghjulssjälar, was published in March 2025 and has received critical acclaim in the press.