Jack of Harts

I grew up on the edge of civilization, showing city folk what nature could be like. Properly tamed so it wouldn’t eat their legs off, of course. Most of them thought they were in the real wilds, though. That’s how I felt every time I visited their cities. They were a different kind of wild land to me. Truly alien in every way that matters. Towers covering entire blocks reaching hundreds of stories into the air. Holographic advertisements walking around and enticing people to buy beer, pop, or the newest phone. People walking down the sidewalks with their faces in their personal computers, seeing the world through a holographic haze. When they took the time to notice it at all. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want any part of that world.