The island stands alone, silent in its secrets, hoping the future will brighten its own self, unaware of activity in this state-run sector. It is not a matter of birth right, not here, or any other gene farm, that government and business could have stopped themselves, redeemed the rise of censorship of the smaller more private enterprises of the world. It seems the governments couldn't help but be attracted to the shiny reward of economic power--along with continued camouflages of rhetoric, ideology--that comes with ownership of the majority center of the health and pharmaceutical industry. All the islands (mountaintops, really) rendered uninhabitable by the rising seas, are isolated even more by oceanic nitrates, iron sludge, artifacts of global mining and potash conglomerates. The islands, tropical in their beauty, surrendering to military security, full of primordial genetic material (the old way, from photosynthesis), the gold of the healthcare system; these islands, having stood for billions of years, arrive here where survival takes center stage now for the human profit, connected through myriads of networks and grids; the hands in which the islands have fallen, the subsidizing managers, financial controllers continue through governments that have institutionalized financial industry as state sector. The censorship of privatization still rises, as if in tandem with the globally warming ocean; government as corporate boss reigns as king over the small business villagers; and as competition dies an even slower death, the outposts on the green sea, with their health worker robots, genetic analyst robiots, military pharmaceutical complexes, worldwide democratic government infusions, the natural genetic resources in a statist enterprise grows. The genetic code remains protected under tight security watch by the military's security drones. The genetic code and its rise in relevance is contained in the profits generated by these gene farms on the islands; by the commercial eyes of government and state- run oversights of far away think tanks, all the while shooting down competitiveness as if fish in a barrel, explaining away inefficiencies and inadequacies as political curtains rise upward, as if a holy shroud revealing a connection to deity. Yet, the island remains in this ocean, as reminder that there were once no foolish games. Yes, the island will see another sun rise.
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