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To combat this simply go to www.google.com/history and log in and clear your history and the best part is that this also pauses your history. In short terms it turns it off.
Do it before the new policy starts. Happy Surfing.
Thanks! No prob there and ill follow you too! Please attribute any artwork to me thats my only request and im very glad to hear feedback like this!
After doing my rounds at the hospital I made my way to a man’s room we never had got a chance to know. He had developed some sort of cancer and even our best reocitical drugs had not curtailed the spread. As I was getting ready to turn out his light, he motioned me to come closer. He then told me this story.
There once was a shade tree, a boy named Jason remembered, at the center of his small plains village. He barely remembered going there with his family and the others to relax after a hard week’s work; he remembered mentally but not visually. It was very large and could fit everyone in the village underneath, bathing them in cool shade from the day’s sun and heat. As they sat they would talk about the town and each other. They were happy.
There were small trees grown by each family for their own shade and fruit but being the only tree for miles around that gave to all, Jason was always glad to share the shade of that tree with his friends as a young man and later with his own family. He met many wonderful people because of the tree and even ate the fruits that came from its swaying branches from time to time. It was delicious. It eased his hunger pains and provided feasts that made the whole village smile.
One day, the village was relaxing under the tree when a man from across the plain walked up.
"Why are you under this thing? What does it do for you? In my home we make our own shade and fruit. With machines. You do not need this tree."
The villagers were perplexed as no one had ever dreamed that the tree would be useless. Some of them followed the man to see his own ways. They said they were coming home soon.
Later they returned with contraptions that gave individuals their own shade, even though it seemed odd that a man from across the plains had to approve who got the shade machines the village shared. The plainmen told them only certain people could have the shade. There was no worry, they still had the great shade tree and their own small trees at home.
One day, and Jason would always remember this day, a group of plainsmen came to the great tree with orders from their home. They were now living in the village, but the village had turned into a city. Growing and growing up and around the great shade tree. Jason was there when they gave papers telling everyone that the great shade tree and its smaller brethren caused too much relaxation and caused others to be lazy. It was not good for the village.
The plainsmen soon began trimming down the tree, saying that if it got too big the village would not grow prosperous. Who wanted a tree coming out of the ground when you may just make shade and fruit in a factory. Besides, the great tree was causing many to not believe in the village.
Jason felt a tear drop from his face as he saw the tree fall. He had been blocked away from the tree as the fence went up around it. The plainsmen told all of the younger villagers that the tree was poisonous. No one listened to the older villagers when they said this was not true. The young men and women knew the shade machines were best for the village. Plainsmen would never lie.
As the tree fell and the wondrous shade lifted from his face, Jason felt the beating sun glide across. The tree’s fruit littered the street. Jason reached for a piece but a plainsman scolded him and took it away.
”Poison old man, its poison.”
Jason went home to find comfort under his own tree.
On his walk home, Jason noticed that all his neighbors trees were gone; they were staring from under their shade machines.
Jason looked out from under his tree to see the plainsmen coming. He did not feel safe like he always had under that great shade tree.
Jason’s tree was soon uprooted and hauled off. Jason soon planted another.
“Time and patience, time and patience”, he told himself.
As the old man I was interviewing took a sip of his synthtea, he told me it wasn’t like real tea. I had never had tea and frankly I never even knew what a tea plant looked like let alone tasted like.
"Son, do you have the time?" he said.
I looked at my implant.
"10:25, sir." I said softly.
"Ah, it is bed time is it not?" the bright eyed old man said to me.
"Yes," I said, "I was just shutting out your light, is everything alright Mr., well I’m afraid I don’t know your name." as I was about to finish he waved his hand and then grabbed a small box he had on the table by his bed. It was old but built very intricately. He opened it and grabbed something small from inside.
"Come here, my son." said the man.
The man looked at me with a look that only a hopeful man gets and grabbed my hand, dropping what felt like a small pebble but not cold like rock is. It felt somewhat scratchy.
I looked in my hand and then back at this man who I had never learned who he was or where he was born. How old he was.
"Son," he could see my perplexing gaze into my hand, "save it for the time when people don’t need anything but each other." "Jason would like that."
The round object, as I was told by my implant, was a seed. It didn’t recognize where it came from. The man passed away in the night. I learned his name.
It was Jason.
by The Trone