#AtoZChallenge P

P2020

P is for Plants

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


All food is plant-based, so agriculture is important. House-plants aren’t something that exists because they have no windows to allow for light. In their agricultural centers, the seed bank allowed them to grow all the same things that have been grown for centuries: strawberries, blueberries, apples, grapes, oranges, lemons, limes, potatoes, cucumbers, green beans, broccoli, cauliflower, and so on. But they aren’t all available all the time.

Many of them can be preserved by freezing so they are available all the time, but to be available fresh is always a treat.

Flowers that are grown for beauty are rare, but the seeds are preserved. Many of the vegetable and fruit plants also have flowers, though, and those are sometimes seen picked and put in water in public areas or dried for art or jewelry.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Below, you can read an excerpt of Chapter 2 from Exploration: An Erotic Novel, available now! This is a continuation of H is for History.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


We were given a rudimentary overview of sex. I knew about the different body parts and the variety of genders and gender expressions. I knew that I could be in any number of different types of relationships. But I had no idea what the different types of relationships were.

On the top floor of all twenty residential buildings in our city was an Exploration Floor. It was filled with rooms designed for sexual expression and exploration. Some were private and others were public, but until today, my elevator pass wouldn’t let me up there. Finally, today I would be allowed up onto the 20th floor.

“Do you want some food?” James asked. I hadn’t realized that he had stood up and was looking down at me. I had been too wrapped up in my thoughts.

“Oh, uh,” I said, but my stomach was fluttering, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep down any food. “No, I think I’ll wait until after the ceremony.”

“Suit yourself,” he said. “I think I need some stamina to get through it.” He was smiling now, and I smiled back.

“I’ll join you in the kitchen, though,” I said.

I leaned back against the counter at the far side of the kitchen while he made himself some eggs and toast. The eggs came out of a carton and were synthetic. All of our food was plant-based, but it had been engineered to look, smell, and taste like the food of 600 years ago. I supposed the variety was nice, but no one I had ever spoken to had tasted a real chicken egg or even real chicken, so we weren’t missing out. It was one of those odd things passed down from generation to generation. No one could remember why it was important, but someone thought it was.

“You could teach cooking,” I said to James. He seemed so comfortable in the kitchen.

“Oh,” he replied, “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Really?” I said. “You just seem so comfortable in the kitchen. Those are skills you could pass on.”

He nodded slowly. “I guess,” he said. “I never thought of myself as someone who would want to work with kids.”

“Well, they aren’t really kids,” I said. “Hell, we were those ‘kids’ yesterday.”

He laughed, but we both knew I was right. At 16, we were encouraged to take over all of our food preparations, but we would have a mentor who would help us. We actually started learning younger than that in the training centers, but we didn’t have access to our own kitchens until we were in our 16th year. James had taken to cooking easily, and our mentor hadn’t had to do a whole lot of work with him. I was a lost cause when it came to most food preparations, but I wouldn’t starve left to my own devices.

“How long do we have until the ceremony?” I asked, turning to look at the large clock on the wall.

“An hour,” James said. “Why?”

“Do you want to go up to the exploration floor and poke around?” I asked. My voice was barely above a whisper.

In fact, James didn’t respond for so long that I wasn’t sure he had heard me at all. But then he said, “Already?”

I blushed. “I tried to go up last night, but my elevator pass wouldn’t let me.”

He grinned at me. “Why am I not surprised, Mara? That floor is all you have talked about for the last month.”

“That’s not true!” I protested, but it wasn’t that far off from the truth.

He raised one eyebrow at me.

“So what if I’m curious. Are you coming or not?” I asked, and I took a few steps toward the elevator. The elevator was right in the center of every floor, so it was right in our kitchen.

“Damnit, Mara, let me finish my food at least!”


What will they find on the Exploration Floor?

And what will they do when they get there?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back in two days to learn more!

 

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