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Literally no one else in the Wasteland grows fish or other aquatic food of any kind. This, Furiosa is willing to stake her right arm on. She’s never heard of anyone seeing the ocean in her lifetime, except Max, and he’s a crazy smeg who rides the dusty roads like he belongs to them. Maybe they took him somewhere else, somewhere further away than anyone else could reach.
Well. In a way, she has, too, although the path to the Nexus came to her rather than her seeking it out.
In any case, if anyone can make aquatic animals viable in the desert, it’s the Citadel, with their aquifer, with their giant pumps and their vast body of people capable of learning and innovating. Bartertown is the undisputed trade center of their world, but the Green Towers are the seed from which a better world may yet grow. And so, Furiosa always has an eye to anything that might give them an edge over the more brutal societies around them, but as soon as something new they have can be shared and traded, she’ll do that, too. She’s already disseminated writings taken from the Nexus, seeds from plants bought there, and the plans for moisture condensing machines that could provide vital water for settlements in the desert.
Kinner is part of her plans now, but he can rely on her sense of justice. She’ll pay fairly for whatever he gives them, one way or another. When she arrives to pick him up at the fish stand, she has a double-layer jar containing about half a gallon of camel milk, and a palm-sized sliver of soft cheese made from the same. She whistles at the door to catch his attention, holding out the gifts she’s brought. “Ready? How are the sea-bugs today?” She nods at the lobster tank.
Well. In a way, she has, too, although the path to the Nexus came to her rather than her seeking it out.
In any case, if anyone can make aquatic animals viable in the desert, it’s the Citadel, with their aquifer, with their giant pumps and their vast body of people capable of learning and innovating. Bartertown is the undisputed trade center of their world, but the Green Towers are the seed from which a better world may yet grow. And so, Furiosa always has an eye to anything that might give them an edge over the more brutal societies around them, but as soon as something new they have can be shared and traded, she’ll do that, too. She’s already disseminated writings taken from the Nexus, seeds from plants bought there, and the plans for moisture condensing machines that could provide vital water for settlements in the desert.
Kinner is part of her plans now, but he can rely on her sense of justice. She’ll pay fairly for whatever he gives them, one way or another. When she arrives to pick him up at the fish stand, she has a double-layer jar containing about half a gallon of camel milk, and a palm-sized sliver of soft cheese made from the same. She whistles at the door to catch his attention, holding out the gifts she’s brought. “Ready? How are the sea-bugs today?” She nods at the lobster tank.