To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Continued)

The three of us transitioned our conversation from the Soon-to-Be to the Once-Was. You see though the Soon-to-Be is greatly intriguing the Once-Was reminds us of the bonds that we all once shared. Before we were all separated, before our parents had gone. Back to when things were simpler. When we were young.

The following two hours were spent with these familiar faces. But the unfortunate following ten I spent all alone. Though the Watchers tend to my every need they seem to be Piranhas, waiting upon me to need them so they can rush in and show their strengths. To feed on my needs to prove how worthy of a Watcher they really are. But the thing is it’s only so dog-eat-dog because if they are not a worthy Watcher they stoop into being the Harvest. Therefore their life depends on it. Unfortunately there seems to be more Watchers then needed, meaning more to go to the Harvest. Good hearted people being ridden of importance, However, there are far too many of the Harvest. Each living each day unaware so it seems, Unknowing that they are just here to die. They live life so blindly, but perhaps being blind to life is what we all need? Perhaps what we lack is found within just that?

I’ve read into the Harvest, there’s many books depicting their ways. Harmony my sister speaks of how the world around them is filled with music and art that keeps them pleased. Until they riot for otherwise. They can be both predictable and unpredictable. Really it seems like they are the elder race, the Plastic Generation with more morals for the world. Far less waste. I recall once hearing Harmony play back some of the music they made themselves. It seemed to have more soul than what Harmony’s world clan seems to spit out. I think it was once called soul.
Could it be this soul the Harvest has is the strong gene that the Raised lack?
My journey is really to locate the Harvest that made the song that touched me so dearly. Apparently he was of 17 years of age when he made this piece and it’s only been two years since.
Zia Wendell
06.03.2031
Come Alive
Such words, such numbers - What do they mean? Well assuming Zia Wendell, is his name... “light wanderer” and he created Come Alive around Juno 3rd year twenty thirty-one.
He sung tales of life and death, love and hate, being alone and fighting each day amongst this grand awakening that he refers to as “Come Alive.”
I found a parcel upon my bed from Harmony marked *For Your Travels* inside such was one of her gadgets that the Harvest are seen carrying. She told me they were invented to not only let the Harvest escape the world through sounds sent from within their ears. But they also cause tragic accidents where the Harvest are too far into themselves to realize their in harm’s way. Unfortunately but that is their lives. Short and with little impact to the rest of us.
You see why I must put myself in their place? Perhaps even bring one out to learn it’s ways? Without the Harvest the Raised are only special when compared to the Watchers and the Government, eventually when compared to one another someone will always be the weaker gene. Therefore they too will be cast away, cast into the position the Harvest lays. Then its just a matter of who is who and what is what.

I rest my head upon the glass of a shady vehicle typically driven by the Harvest when they are relocated. My Watcher had laid out an outfit I have only seen in Harmony’s notes. A white sweetheart neckline strapped together by some elastic fibres, closely fit to my bust attached to high waisted tye dyed black denim shorts. They pinned back my hair so that it was secured to my head ensuring the Harvest wouldn’t rip it out if our worse came to happen. They did not paint my face with makeup nor mask my eyes with contacts to keep the Harvest dust out. Apparently though feeling so naked, I was far more protected than ever before.

The music did not skip a beat, but yet my heart did for the album my sister had placed upon this device was non other than the Light Wanderer’s album “Come Alive.” The memories of these notes and tabs seemed as though it were only yesterday that I had last heard them. They played so dearly to me I was glad to hear nothing but. I watched as though the world I knew passed me by and I begun to see more of what he sung of. The world around me is not his friend, nor is it truly mine. But rather an unpredictable body that perhaps will take more time to mend.
He feels like the answer as his lyrics dance into the wind.

I shut my eyes briefly and let his smooth tones take me away again.