Satirical Dialogue on Water Scarcity

Oh, please, please.

Don't take my water. Don't take my water.

Next.

Oh, please, please. Don't nab it.

Lord, me most honorable Lord, we are so very

thirsty. Please.

You see, my Lord, your machine, your thinking machine, it's ...

Well, it's drank all of our town's water. It's drunk all of it.

You are saying that my machines have drunk all of your water?

What nonsense.

But the water's vanished, my Lord.

What nonsense. Your water's right here.

Is that,

is that our town's water?

It isn't your water to begin with. It's the machine's water.

How else is it supposed to cool itself?

Why's it need to cool itself, my Lord?

What a silly question. The machine does a lot of

thinking, and it works up quite a sweat.

What's so important to think about that it's worth drinking our whole town's

water, my Lord?

Oh, marvelous things. Just this morning it produced

11 million lifelike images of cats.

Can you believe it? And it's just the start.

But Lord, we are so very thirsty. If you could just-

You see the problem, don't you?

Our machine here runs very thirsty.

Each picture it crafts is equivalent to one peasant's

H2O intake. Mm.

Yes, well, could you perhaps, um, make fewer pictures with your

machine, my Lord?

Fewer?

My dear sir, we do not solve scarcity by

cutting back. We would still be clanking rocks against

cave boards were that the

case. No. The solution is fewer of you.

Each of your bodies is comprised of 60% water.

You are water hoarders is what you lot are.

But my Lord,

we need our water too.

A most selfish reply. You don't need

anything. Guards, seize him.

Have him rinked dry. The machine grows thirsty.