Farmer John

It was his eightieth, they let him out of solitary. Nowhere to go. The system had resumed his farm some thirty years ago. He was a common criminal. Had steadfastly refused to use the modified genetic seeds. In court he did defend himself. All in the name of justice for us all. He talked about the terminator gene, a seed that dies on ripening. And then you see the man at the Monsanto Shop, to buy again. There is a Traitor Gene which actually ends its own life. But leave it to the wizards at...you guessed it, they have the antidote to certain death. A chemical reversing apoptosis. The farmer pointed out that this did constitute a crime against humanity, suppression of the human spirit. He said it was a genie from Satan's bottle that, once it was released would never be returned. The judge whose name was Monte Santos, did find sufficient grounds to throw him in the clink. To give him time to think. He was a man all changed through the ordeal. He volunteered to travel through the land as an ambassador for GM foods. Which was a bit too little and too late, of course. But they appreciated the friendly gesture. He had consumed some twenty tons of modified and stratified new foods. And he was proof for this brave world, which had, by sheer coincidence solved fully the population glut which had consumed the last resources. Officialdom had stated that the life expectancy had reached the magic number of fifty-one.