A return to the medieval (a necessity), a time before machines.
Breed horses and Airedale guard dogs, homing pigeons. Learn how to mill flour.
Barricade. Develop skills with the crossbow and the catapult.
Cultivate independence thru interdependence.
I write these words in this place, Riverine - on the edge of the human world -
this place (which itself might not be far enough removed), but it will have to do for now.
Next step, once the arcologies here are in place, will be to build clandestine encampments
north thru the wild country to the JamesBay coastlands 300km away.
Peace then. (Firewood is in, solar panels are functioning. Left to do is a winter cache of preserved food to get.).
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