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A Year On: Swell Water Crisis Still Keeping Families Apart

July 11, 2178– New-Den Swell– Water out of the faucet is brown. It gives off a smell of waste, rust, and warm urine. Clenching stomachs, hearts fluttering, dizzy spells all came to the people. Later, mothers lose their children, birth rates drop, birth defects increase, and again the mothers lose their children. A community already facing hardship cannot sustain the effects of their children facing learning deficiencies and heart diseases. This battle for a better life, thwarted by a governments neglect and a careless eagerness to pinch pennies.

That’s right, the troubles you and your children face now- not just the pain of brushing your teeth and washing your skin with bottled and boiled water each day- is the work of your local government. In an attempt to save money, they switched your water supply to an old, rusted out pipeline. One that had already been put out of commission, sealed off, and stripped of certification by the New-Den Sub-City Water Commission. If you work in the tunnels, you might recognize this pipe by the stench it puts off.

That’s right, that’s the one- Old Stinky, or Sir Farts A Lot, as some of the kids like to call it. You’ve been drinking water from that pipe for a year. It’s already done its damage on the Swell, and there is no going back. Sure, they’ve switch it back to the previous pipelines, and word from the surface is that they’re planning to redo the lines next year since some of our smell is causing a stink up in the Outline communities. We’ll give them a round of applause for that, quietly. But what will they do for the mothers and fathers that have to shoulder the weight of a child that won’t be able to function on their own. Or to those whose child will never come to be. Let’s not leave out the generation after. How will the new kids on the block, whose parents’ parent’s gave birth with lead flowing through their umbilical cords. We’ll never know.

I suppose that’s the point. They don’t want us to even think about it. They’ll wear us out in a million other ways to keep us from it, to keep us from asking- when will it end?

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