The Kansas Machine Commons
ACT I: THE PRAIRIE AND THE NOTEBOOK The notebook was filled with sketches of machines that did not exist yet. Tom McReedy sat on the tailgate of his truck and stared at the Kansas prairie stretching in every direction, a flat golden ocean under a sky so wide it made him feel small in the way that soldiers learn to feel small -- not with fear, but with the dull acceptance of being insignificant...
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