Freedom TM

walked up to a canvas tarp draped over a large object. She pulled it away, revealing an old, wooden piece of equipment.
    Fossen stopped cold. “A Clipper … what’s it doing here?”
    The antique seemed out of place amid the computer-controlled forklift trucks passing by. It was a century-old Clipper seed cleaner— a machine just like the one that had been in his family ever since the 1920s. His father and his father’s father had used it right up until Halperin’s lawyers seized it as evidence of “intellectual property theft.”
    He inspected it, leaning up and down. “I thought the biotech companies had destroyed most of these.…”
    “It wasn’t easy to find. We’re building new ones now, but I wanted to get you an original. I was going to surprise you.”
    He just shook his head. “This is stupid, Jenna. We can’t keep this. There are investigators taking photos of the house night and day. Halperin’s lawyers will claim we’re stealing their products again.”
    “Would you listen to yourself? They’re making us bow and scrape for the right to participate in the natural world. They’re
seeds
, not products.”
    “You know exactly what I mean. You know what these lawsuits have done to us.”
    “That’s over now.”
    “Jenna, stop talking nonsense. I just ran into their agents in the north field today.”
    “I know. That’s the last time. I promise. Our faction unlocked Level Four Legal Protection this week. It’s already been activated.”
    He just squinted at her. “Honey, none of this makes any sense.” He gestured to the rows of tall shelving, milling machines, and automated forklift trucks. “And who is paying for all this, by the way?”
    “We are.”
    “Oh really? How?”
    “Our network doesn’t use the dollar. We’ve accrued darknet credits—a new digital currency that hasn’t been saddled with twenty lifetimes of debt by corporate giveaways. We’re using that currency to power a local, sustainable economy centered on Greeley.”
    “You’re going to wind up getting arrested.”
    “We’re free to use private currencies, as long as they’re convertible to the dollar.”
    “But why would you bother?”
    “Because the dollar is about to go into hyperinflation. There’s nothing supporting it. The darknet currency is backed by joules of green energy—something intrinsically valuable.”
    “I just don’t understand any of this, Jenna.”
    “My generation has no intention of living as serfs on a corporate manor, Dad. When people became more reliant on multinational corporations than on their own communities, they surrendered whatever say they had in their government. Corporations are growing stronger while democratic government becomes increasingly helpless.”
    “Listen, whatever you’re going through—”
    “Just look at corn and soybeans, subsidized with taxpayer money—creating a market that wouldn’t otherwise make sense. Why? So agribusiness firms have cheap inputs to make processed food. The taxpayers are basically subsidizing corporations to make crap, when we could have grown real food on our own. But, of course, they’ve made growing food illegal now.…”
    He started to walk away. “I want you to leave with me.”
    “Dad, there was a reason you didn’t want me or Dennis to go into farming. You wanted us to go to college and get away from here. Do you remember why? Do you remember what you said to me?”
    He stopped. He didn’t face her, but nodded. “I said that there’s no future in farming.”
    “Food is the very
heart
of freedom. Don’t you realize that? If people don’t grow the food, we both know who will: biotech companies like Halperin Organix. How can people be free if they can’t feed themselves without getting sued for patent violations?”
    He looked around the warehouse as workers passed by. “Look, your mother and I did the best we could for—”
    She came up and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know you did. You’re honest. So was granddad. And so am I. But they’ve rigged the game. It was like this during the Gilded Age of the 1890s. And then again in the late 1920s. It’s nothing new. We’re just trying to break the cycle.”
    He stared at her, unsure whether he wanted to understand what she was saying. “Then you’re not coming home with me?”
    She shook her head. “No. I’ve got work to do. I’ll be back home later tonight.”
    He shrugged. “You know, I worry about you. You and your brother. I know it