“That round, brown thing…what’s that?”
8000 B.C., Incas saturate the soil with a mysterious seed.
“Solanum tuberosum. It’s quite tasty.”
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“Any to spare for me? Please?”
Cheap, easy, and nutritious…shockingly innovative to the western world.
“No worries. Almost too many.”
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“Bringing them for a journey? Thoughts?”
An edge in strength, endurance, and numbers—a guaranteed victory.
“No doubt. They will last.”
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“What happened? Where did they go?!”
The artery feeding the blood to the heart severs. Devastation.
“Phytophthora infestans. I don’t understand...”
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“Back in business? Anything to purchase?”
Restoration follows ruin, the country restores peace to its civilization.
“Too many! Everything has changed.”
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“Out of business? Is that possible?”
Its absence caused death; now its presence does the same.
“Unfortunately yes. Authenticity rarely lasts…”