“Come on, Hannah, we can do this. Climb, climb, climb!”


    “But Alfred, I’m scared. The winds will come for us.”


    Alfred opened the hatch, revealing a desert landscape. He grabbed Hannah’s hand, and they stood on the surface—a twister came and swept them away.


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    “Gone, sir.”


    “They called them the winds.”


    “Yes, sir. The nanites do generate the winds cleansing our planet to protect nature.”


    “If they’d only traveled 100 kilometers, they’d see that our world’s a paradise.”


    “Yes, sir, and ravage it as they did centuries ago. Fortunately, our ancestors created the nanites to blow billions underground.”