Grandpa Chad was happy. He came to the town, with all the gifts needed to be hidden under the tree, for the little ones. They enjoyed a Christmas meal, the whole big family and everything was nice and good in the world. But the week passed quite fast and now it was the time to go back home, to his farm. One last chat with his nephews and nieces, and his visit is coming to an end.
- I am almost crying for you, my dear children, when i see how you live your life. Here the water is not really water, just something that looks like it. The air is heavy and hard to breathe, full of all kind of poisons, smells and pollution coming from cars, factories and God knows what other strange things. Even the food is not as it used to be. Don't even get me started. Looking for a bit of extra-pleasure, you keep eating sweets, fast-food, fizzy drinks with no taste at all. You spend most of your time in front of a coloured screen, watching nonsense, or playing silly games, or just loosing time unwisely on internet. This is not life. This is not what you wanted to do. None of your actions has enough power to create a change into the world. You should visit me sometime. Go barefoot through the white snow, eat some Honey Stuffed Turkey made on the stove when you are hungry, have some of my honey on bread for breakfast, with some hot milk, and then go an make angels on the field, looking at the bright sky.
The little ones told him they will visit soon.
Chad was walking slowly, thinking at what his parents teached him. He realized that the apocalypse is not a legend, but a state of the mind. You are either a real person, living your life in the light of the truth, or you may bring the apokalypse into your life. The end of the world as we know it came sneakily, stealing the most precious things that everyone has. Their own emotions, their own ideas, and the daily happiness, making their life dull and grey. What will happen if we continue on this pathway?
But then he started to laugh, seeing a car passing by, and on the window it was a tractor sticker, along with the words ''I am a DEFI farmer!''. He started to realize that not everything is lost. He has seen that before. Long time ago, when he started Harvest.Finance with his dad. And then all the thoughts unleashed freely, ready to take him by surprise. He could see now the little FARM logo, in unexpected places. The old artisan selling pocket knives, the violin singer on the Subway, the CEO of that big corporation talking nowadays to all the journalists. All of them hiding the same secret like him. Harvest Finance was still alive, providing bread for the people. All of them has been financially independent, never again in need to work for bills. Doing what they love, even if it was not a proper job. Suddenly he was feeling at home once more. The Brotherhood of the Early Farmers did not disappeared. It was still alive, trying to right the wrong in the world. It was one of his inspiration, some kind of urban legend now, that something called the Brotherhood of the Early Farmers was created long long time ago, before the Great Illness, and its members, exceptional people from all around the world were gathering together, online or in the real life, to provide solutions to global problems. His dad use to say that the Brotherhood was even more older than that. In ancient times, its secret members were menestrels, master builders or court jesters. Changing the life of everyone else around them without nobody realising. He used to think that his dad was a member of the Brotherhood, and that was one of the reason for him to create the FARM token. But from his stories, he believed that he was the last of them.
Going back to his farm, the silence of the fields surrounded him with peace. The apokalypse was postponed. The world is still taken care off.
Chad Journal, 12/2066
