CABBAGES AND KALE,
by David MarusekOR, HOW WE DOWNSIZED NORTH AMERICA
Summer 2033
For a garden it was huge, seventy-five meters on a side, enough real estate to house fifty dozen families. But it was a vegetable garden, his own personal vegetable garden. And his greatest vice.
Saul stood over a mounded row of carrots, weeding with a hoe. He’d eaten breakfast two hours earlier and was already anticipating lunch. He removed his straw hat and fanned himself. “Is that your report then?” he asked the proxy. The proxy floated in the air at the end of the row.
“Yeah, I guess,” the proxy said. “It wasn’t much of a symposium, hardly worth my time.”
Saul wondered how much a proxy’s time was actually worth. He straightened up and regarded the apparition. It was a standard head and shoulder proj
