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Anyway, Yasmin my namesake. To guide me in the right paths, what-bloody-ever.
Yasmin the coffee-farm AI tender. Which meant summers in rural darkness, the only sound besides our own voices the clickety inhuman noise of the agri-bots.
Of course Martisset couldn’t get enough the bots. She followed them around, when she was a toddler (no, I don’t remember that, after all she’s a year older than me, so all I have are the stories) and asked them questions and charmed them. She always got on with AIs, and they followed her and fed her treats and petted her like … like a fosterling.
She even followed them out into the terraced groves to watch them at the harvest one year, and to help,and they explained to her that time out of mind, on the original world, children her size would have assisted in earnest, and never had a life that wasn’t chained to that work.
Summer visits on a sentient coffee farm. From character interviews for upcoming project, The Clone’s Complaint (NaNo 2016).