Ag Tool Version 90 -

Mira leaned against the gnarled bark. "I didn't do that."

A soft chime. Then a whisper, not in her ears, but inside her skull. ag tool version 90

She stepped out into the oat field. The air was dry, the sky a merciless blue. She tapped the new earpiece that came with the update. Mira leaned against the gnarled bark

Now the crops didn't just report stress. They expressed personality . not in her ears

A holographic map flickered to life over her forearm. Red veins pulsed across the image. The crops were crying.