2.8|It won't stop

 

2.8|It won't stop

 

The crowd grew more antsy, buckets and fruit thrown to the two uptop the railcart. "We have to cut back on rations to make our quota this week, I promise that it's a temporary measure! The population census was miscounted so we need to organize carefull-"

"Fuck you asshole!" One of the Oohtlets yelled, trying to claw and climb up the still train. "Don't you dare insult our Lady Mara like that!" Another Oohtlet shouted back, tackling the first. The riotous scene turned the cart into a rocking chair, Theo laying back and yawning.

"Oh this is really going to be a pain in the ass..." Theo said to his self. "It could've been avoided if we hadn't shaved the gardening project the Santri wanted to maintain, looks like you fucked up. Our food supplies are getting thinner and thinner."

"Those wouldn't have been viable for crops! The garden was just going to be a

shitty vanity project." Protlyn yelled back.

"Mara's uprising, or is this the second uprising? Third?" Theo jabbed her.

"It's just a minor protest, you forget about these completely thru the months."

"You might.. I'm sure they haven't."

"Look, this food-cutting measure is what MATRUS calculated would maintain workflow and feed everyone. I didn't run the math, the computer did. Don't blame me for sticking with the program. I would be sympathetic but-"

"No buts, just give them what they want. That's all you've got to do. You got

me?" He took a whole crate of fruit and started to hold it up high.

"W-what are you doing? That has to last them 3 weeks!"

"Theo. Theo! What are you doing?"

"Everyone, FEEEEEEEEEAST!" Theo screamed with an exasperated look. "I'm doing the best I can! I've given the Oohtlets everything I could get off those carts! Those fruit and crate loads are going to have us out food in a few days. How would you even expect to feed everyone with no supplies?!"

"Be fed, feast! Let splendor come to the underclass!" Theo shouted as he dumped the contents onto the entire crowd, who let of the cart, the digging machines and got off the tracks. "Now, pull the lever. Go go!"

With a 'tsk tsk', Protlyn pulled it and sped away from the ravenous crowd.

"GODDAMMIT THEO! You're an asshole!"

Protlyn yelled from the cart. "You're a cruel cruel person with a cruel cruel

heart! What are you thinking?"

"I'm cruel, for letting them have food? What choice did I have?" Theo called back from his seat. "They'd have eaten us. Rather than the garbage ethics you'd have them believe."

"It's what the computer told us." Protlyn growled.

"It's what the computer told us ninihahanini." Theo mocked her. "Just

following orders right? Like a good soldier. Just like your days as a Military

 dog."

They glared at one another seething and then went silent for the rest of the

ride back to the city.