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randomly give a treat in reward. This treat when given, was usually a wedge made of barley, because it was one of the most abundant plants to survive.  Wheat was now a rarity, Corn was extinct, and Soybeans were deadly.  This was an unwanted side-effect from the ravages of chem-war. Because of this, Academy scientists were always trying to synthesize everything that was or once was food .  And sadly, the Humbles were used as the taste testers.
    “ Why thank Beaver2416!--Here is reward .” The droid said as it presented a Barley wedge to Beaver.
    Beaver always laughed because of the android’s broken English. This was among many of the Academy’s inaccuracies. Even though, the Academy was at all times upon the cutting edge of technology, there was a slight problem with keeping everything up to date. Because, their technology constantly advanced at such a rapid pace, there was an equally constant abandonment of all things deemed antique or tique for short. Perpetually, with trickle-down effect; when a new technology was created or an existing one improved upon, the Elites would abandon their existing wares, and give them to the Select party members. And, when the Selects were either through with them or received something better, they in turn would give them (usually broken) to the Humbles. It was the ancient equivalent of the Elites receiving the latest cellular smartphone, while the Selects received a rotary dial Candlestick phone, and the Humbles got 2 tin cans and a piece of string.
    Even though Beaver’s victual android was a tique at over 6 spans old, he liked its quirkiness. Plus, it was his choice to keep her. This was one of the rare instances of non-Academy intervention. As long as a Select party member had the required victual, domestic, and compliance droids in working order, they did not interfere with such things as manufacturing generation marks and design varieties. This was due in part to the fact that every Academy issued android was hard-loaded with official protocol and a direct link to the Bank , tracking their every move.
    The other part was the Academy’s arrogance of “ Don’t you want the best?” in all things. That arrogance, which was held in high regard by the Elitist powers, was seen by Beaver as their fatal flaw. Beaver knew deep down that if only someone could effectively use these outcast tiques and all of their electronic antiquity to bypass their systems, break the bank so to speak; something then could be done to tear down the tyranny of the Great Master. But, how this task could be done was beyond his comprehension.
    The barley wedge tasted much better than the horse loaf. It had a crunchy texture with a light taste of clover honey that delighted Beaver.  As he crunched his newly found feed, he sat gazing at the back of the Android waiting for it. The “ it” in question, was the same it at the same time, each and every night, since he had been issued his home in Westbrook. More than anything else, Beaver knew it was coming.
    The android whirled back around, facing towards the progscreen. It then raised its mechanized arms in salute. Beaver reluctantly arose from his uncomfortable stool and did the same, still crunching his wedge of Barley. Suddenly, the progscreen illuminated and aural waves filled the air with music. The Academy’s anthem, Academicis meis, mi Adoráte blared throughout the streets of Westbrook. Every Progscreen throughout New Judah flashed images of patriotic regalia and luminary heroes and heroines of the Great Conflict, as the anthem played. Then … there was reverent silence as the Great Master appeared. He was a tall figurehead of masculinity. His whited beard glistened as it basked in the glow of a holo-generated background. The image depicted the far-ancient Colossus of Rhodes in all its crumbling glory. He was clothed in kingly robes of scarlet and gold. And upon his head was a Platsilver crown, bespeckled with rare jewels. He would speak to his