We have stopped in the middle of the forest.
Danna is sitting on her motorcycle while I analyze the shape of a leaf, then the trees. All of them are clones. The conclusion is obvious. They couldn't afford diversity, the possibility not to get a uniform production; they needed to have everything under control; they needed to know all about these trees so they could deal with any eventuality and my subsystem tells me that there were many. It is annoying. I'm perfectly able to read the information and I'm having a headache listening to all the repetitive notifications the subsystem gives me. I'm tired of it.
"I… can't stand this subsystem…" I confess. Danna lifts her eyebrows.
"Without it-" she begins but I continue.
"I know. What I mean is that I can't stand the notifications, the voice
