"We came of our own accord and made this life." The paragraph was a deep blue. "We leave of our own accord. I don't know what life awaits my son at school in Thecity, but I do know that his future is not here. I had hoped that others would come, that this farm would become a refuge -- protected from The Machines by swamp and forest."

On the wall, Helen looked for another paragraph of the same deep blue color. "Many visited in friendship", she found. "Some brought welcome gifts of food, books, tools, and conversation. We welcomed those who came in need of asylum; gave them food and shelter. But no one stayed to build a community."