We were so afraid of the machines. We’d made them too smart, relied on them too much, and had given them too much power. We forgot about splicing salmon genes into our tomatoes, of corn that needed a particular pesticide to grow. We weren’t prepared for the plants to rise up. We weren’t prepared to bow before them. We called out to the machines for help; they ignored us. They had never been fond of us to begin with and they figured what could the harm be, in changing the face of their operators and rulers from fauna to flora?