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Flash fiction

“The legumes aren’t setting nitrogen.”  The head botanist stood in the door of the colonial governor’s office.  She thought she saw the papers in his hand tremble.  “How?”  “The.. the symbiotic bacteria are all dead.”  “This is a problem?”  “Yes!” the botanist took a few steps into the room.  “Plants don’t grow without nitrogen. We’re all going to die.”  “Horse shit.”  “What do you mean, horse shit? It’s true!  Dear god, didn’t you attend 5th grade!”  The governor took a deep breath and sighed.  “Horses… shit… nitrogen.”  The botanist blinked a few times and turned red.  “We’re all gonna die… and then you’ll be sorry…”  The man left and a few moments later the door to the  governor’s office was filled by a young woman.  The papers in her hand trembled…

Proof of concept...