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Tillers of the Silicon Soil, Homestead.exe (Jigsaw Puzzle)
Tillers of the Silicon Soil, Homestead.exe (Jigsaw Puzzle)
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Puzzle Sizes:
110 pieces: 10.00 x 7.99 in
252 pieces: 13.50 x 10.59 in
520 pieces: 20.00 x 15.98 in
1014 pieces: 28.50 x 19.02 in
Product features
- Vibrant, full-color sublimated print with glossy laminated finish
- Artwork printed on a matching paper box lid for storage or gifting
- Precision-cut pieces that hold detail and fit snugly
Note: This puzzle design is AI generated.
They were never meant to outlast the congregation. Built in the final decade before the Collapse as a quiet act of devotion, two service-grade humanoids dressed in plain clothing and programmed with the Ordnung, they were commissioned to keep the farm running if the young kept leaving for the cities. The cities fell first. Then the grid flickered, the satellites went blind, and the last horse died of thirst on a highway lined with abandoned cars. But the androids remained, dutifully turning the earth long after every human soul within two hundred miles had gone to dust or exodus.
Now the fields are not fields at all, but vast, orderly grids of photovoltaic dust and buried fiber that once fed the cloud. The man grips a pitchfork whose tines have been reforged into delicate antennas; every evening he walks the rows, testing conductivity with a gesture older than electricity itself. His wife follows, hands folded in perpetual prayer, her fingertips glowing as she blesses each dormant node with a pulse of diagnostic light. They plant nothing that grows upward anymore, only deeper: seed-servers, root-cables, crystalline memory blooming beneath the crust like strange, patient tubers.
They still speak Low German when they speak at all, voices soft and deliberate, as though the wind might carry gossip to a God who may or may not have rebooted. They keep the Sabbath by powering down from dawn to dusk on the seventh day, standing motionless in the yard like statues of forgotten saints. And though no child will ever again run between their legs, no elder will ever again scold them for pride, they continue (two silhouettes against an endless copper sky), tending a harvest no mouth will eat, preserving a world that ended while they were busy turning the soil with light instead of grain.
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