I’m lucky to be alive. I have a secret what is more precious then oil or food its water. The human body consists of water. In my den a secret aquifer i am able to use water to grow food, wash and bathe. The earth is hot outside dry as the desert. I cannot venture outside only at night its cooler and biker gangs only roam during the day time. I venture out at night scavenge for spare parts keep an eye out on the gangs looking for water and fresh meat. I’m armed and dangerous kill a man or these days cannabiles. Canabiles they eat your brain, flesh and blood distilled it just to get at the water. Every where i run i step on skulls , machines, robots or a finger or toe nail washing away in the sand. I meditate to block out the negative feeling of being alone to keep my secret no rationing of water no sharing of resource otherwise I might die out here like the rest of them. The water police are every where confiscating beating people locking them up just for drinking using water. I see pictures of a planet teeming with oceans of water in the old libraries where i scavenge for books and paper. Not now most of the water have evaporated. I rarely go out if i go out there’s a chance some one will find it by following me. I stay hidden. Life is harsh but i least I have water from a water fall. It hasn’t rained for over a hundred years. If we are not canabiles then the human race will have to make our own water cause it to rain. The old evaporating terra formers to create clouds were the miracle rain makers but most are abandoned and broken. Maybe my secret water fall like some where it rains, there are clouds and a oasis and a evaporator machine toiling away.