“By my estimation, that’s exactly what’s happened. The largest companies grow larger. The wealthiest men grow wealthier. And they do this at the expense of everyone else. I, for one, am tired of watching the middle class being destroyed, jobs being outsourced to robots, and our environment being polluted. We live here too.”
The crowd cheered.
Naomi smiled at her constituents but motioned with her hands to quiet the crowd again. “I will continue to fight for you, but I can’t do it alone. I need you to fight for what’s fair and just and equitable. I need you to support not just my campaign but other democratic socialists as well. Together, we can take back our country.”
5
Derek and the Boys
The mechanical picker suctioned oranges from the tree, the hose moving up and down and forward and back with the precision of a 3-D printer. Derek used the handheld hose attachment to suction undamaged oranges from the ground. The four-wheel machine inched forward, making efficient work of the harvest. Satisfied that he’d gleaned the suitable oranges from the ground, he hung the hose on the machine.
Knowing he had a minute to rest before the picker moved to the next tree, he twisted his torso, stretching his lower back. He needed to be careful about bending over all day when running the suction hose. He was still young at thirty-eight, but not that young.
As Derek stretched, he glanced up at the morning sun, already bright yellow and glorious. Something caught his eye, something in the treetops a few rows over. Something big. Derek paused the picker and walked between the rows of trees. He frowned at the two skinny boys hiding in the center of an orange tree, about twelve feet up. They looked to be about ten years old, both dirty, one tan, the other pale.
“This is private property. What are you two doin’?” Derek asked.
“Um, … nothin’. We just wanted to climb. That ain’t a crime,” the tan boy said.
“You’re stealin’ my oranges. Get down before you hurt yourself.”
The boys climbed down the tree, their faces solemn. Their shorts’ pockets bulged with round oranges. The tan boy wore a backpack, no doubt also filled with oranges.
“Shouldn’t you be at school?” Derek asked.
“Don’t you know nothin’?” the tan boy asked with a scowl. “Everyone goes online, unless you’re rich.”
“Shouldn’t you be in front of a computer then?”
“We go at night,” the pale boy said. “Internet’s cheaper at night.”
“Where do you two live?” Derek asked.
The pale kid pointed to the government-assisted apartment building in the distance. “Over there at Hillside Grove.”
“Don’t tell him that,” the tan boy said through gritted teeth.
“Do your parents know you’re here?” Derek asked.
“We can do whatever we want.”
“How would you like it if I stole somethin’ from you?”
The boys didn’t respond, staring at their dirty sneakers.
“What are your names?”
Still no response.
“I’m Derek.”
Still nothing.
Derek took off his wide-brimmed hat. “You’re not in trouble, but we need to make a deal.”
The boys looked up.
“What kinda deal?” the tan boy asked.
“The kind that’s good for both of us,” Derek said. “But I don’t make deals with people I don’t know. Again, what are your names?”
“I’m Ricky,” the pale boy said.
“Nice to meet you, Ricky,” Derek said.
Ricky wore a stained baseball cap and had a splash of freckles under his eyes and across his nose.
Derek looked to the tan boy. “And you?”
The boy shrugged. “Carlos.”
“Nice to meet you, Carlos.”
Carlos had dark eyes, disheveled brown hair, and teeth covered with a yellow film.
Derek said, “Here’s the thing. I don’t make much money. It’s a struggle to keep this farm goin’ year after year. If I let people steal from me, it makes it difficult to stay in business and to take care of my family. You understand?”
“We only took a few. You have lots of oranges,” Carlos said.
“How many do you have?”
“Like four.” Carlos looked down at his bulging pockets.
“That all? What about your backpack?”
Carlos blushed. “Maybe like ten.”
Derek arched his eyebrows.
“Okay, maybe fifteen.”
“I sell these oranges for half a Fed Coin each. That means you stole seven and a half Fed Coins from me. That’s enough for a decent meal. How would you like it if I came to your house and took your dinner?”
“Go ahead and try,” Carlos said, his arms crossed over his chest.
“What if I told you there was a way to have all the fruit you can eat without stealin’ a single orange?”
“How?”
“I’ll show you. Come on.” Derek walked back to the mechanical picker.
The boys followed.
“That’s so cool,” Ricky said, gazing at the picker.
“Only rich people have robots,” Carlos said.
Derek ignored the comment and pointed to the row behind the picker. “This row has already been harvested up to this point, but good oranges are still on the ground. It’s fruit that I can’t sell because it might be oddly shaped or slightly damaged, but it still tastes great. You two are welcome to take as many as you like but only the leftover fruit after the picker has been through. Understand?”
The boys smiled from ear to ear.
“That’s way more than we can eat,” Ricky said.
“You didn’t hear this from me because it’s illegal, but you could sell the extras to your neighbors,” Derek said. “Say ten for a Fed Coin. It’s up to you, what you think they can pay, but you’re young enough that, if you do get caught, you won’t get into too much trouble.”
“I bet we could make like twenty Fed Coins in a few hours,” Carlos said, still grinning.
Derek grabbed two empty boxes from the back of the picker. “Here. You can use these boxes. I have an old hand cart you can borrow to take your haul home with you.”
“Thanks, Derek!” Ricky said.
“If I were you, I’d keep our little agreement a secret. You wouldn’t want other people to take your fruit.”
“Yeah, don’t tell anyone,” Carlos said to Ricky.
“I won’t,” Ricky replied, annoyed.
The boys went to work, and Derek went back to the picker, restarting the machine. Shortly thereafter, his cell phone chimed. Derek answered while suctioning oranges from the ground, leaving the imperfect ones for the boys. He grabbed his phone and checked the caller ID. It was the call he’d been dreading. The one where Lindsey backed out of her visit at the last minute, and Rebecca made an excuse for her.
Derek swiped right. “Hey, Becca.”
“Hello, Derek. I’m calling to let you know that Lindsey won’t be able to visit this weekend. She has a very important school project, and she needs VR access. I know your internet doesn’t have the capability for reliable VR.”
“It’s slow and pixelated, but it’ll work.”
“Well, like I said, it’s a very important school project, and I don’t want her hindered by an unreliable internet.”
Derek sighed. “I’d like to see her. She missed last time. I feel like we’re driftin’ apart.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Rebecca took a deep breath. “I have something else to tell you, but I need you to be calm and open-minded.”
“Okay?”
“Lindsey wants Jacob to adopt her.”
“What? You can’t be serious.” Derek’s entire body tensed. He hung the hose on the picker and paused the machine. “Where’s this comin’ from?”