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> It is the year 2075. As you sit comfortably in your rocking chair on the covered porch, overlooking the pleasant meadow and meandering gravel driveway that are your land, you try to remember the last day you ever felt Want.
> The Last Great War - now a distant memory - set to kindling the map you had known as a child. China was now a dozen squabbling kingdoms, too petty to be a threat again. And the land that had been Russia was quiet now, save for the few indignant squatters who remained to thread together an existence in that great empty lichyard.
> At first it had seemed America would fair no better. There was talk of broken alliances, a new order, the End of an Empire. And the Depression that followed had crushed what little hope had remained. But day follows night, and with the end of the Dollar, the harrowing of the old Federal Reserve and the Reconciliation of 2039, the day that dawned was bright indeed. Cities blossomed, factories stirred to life, and the ideal of the rural lifestyle was enshrined again in the hearts of a grateful people.
> Of course, you had been far ahead of the curve. Thanks to your clever collecting of precious metals, you were early in acquiring this paradise, 28 acres of meadow and creek and peace.
> Soon your grandchildren would be returning from church in their Sunday best, ushered by your wife, grey-haired, wrinkled, and shuffling - the most beautiful thing in the world.
> You are very tired. It had been a long time since you Wanted, at least anything beyond continuimg health and happiness for your family.
> As you drift to a comfortable sleep, you hear a man's booming voice call to you. Distant, yet close. Strange, yet familiar.