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Trista

Trista looked up at Knives, "Oh my father is the plant manager for December City, and the top researcher of alternate forms of energy. Many years ago when my father and grand-father discovered that plants were living beings he began to try to create alternate forms of energy. But needless to say their ideas have not been widely accepted, Ive been working on it myself see". She hands her notebook to Knives, "Take a look I don't mind I imagine you can understand my schematics, we have been concentrating our efforts on Solar energy since there is such an abundance of it on Gunsmoke. Unfortunately as I said before people are short sighted and stubborn to say the least. But that hasn't stopped my family, from trying to change things right now my grandfather is busy trying to make a prototype Solar generator". She smiled thinking of how things could be if her family's dreams were realized, "If it gets approved that means we can start transferring the plants over so they can live but not have to work to power the planet". Tears began to well up in her eyes, "It makes me so angry to think that those beings are used so cruelly like a battery, and then when their used up they put them through the "Last Run" it is..." she had heard from her father that the last run was the cruelest thing he had ever seen the human race do. "A last ditch effort to use what ever is left a horrible end for such innocent creatures".