All Ears

“You didn’t think it was coincidence, did you?” He laughed, and the rustling started again, filling the night around them, spreading in ripples through the field. “Not just one species or one type, but one, single, genetically identical organism? Have you any idea how precarious this monoculture is? How easily it would be wiped out by the wrong parasite? How quickly everything would collapse afterward? No, there’s a good reason for it. A very, very good reason indeed.” He lifted the sickle, considered it in the moonlight. “And now that you know that reason, well… King Corn demands his sacrifices.”