[ WP ] everybody on Earth has a tree that represents them . Once that tree dies , that person dies too . You work as a lumberjack .

We've had an over-growth issue for years. The government drug their ass and now trees and their soul matches are dropping like never before. My dad told me there was a time when people did n't know their lives were intertwined with the trees and humanity would just bull doze entire forests for resorts or parking lots. Disease and cancers were rampant and were used to justify the loss of life. The discovery was somewhat an accident, a fluke but once humanity learned that every life was bonded with a tree, things changed. People demanded the world governments change and they did. Tree care was a priority and in turn, so was life. Life was beautiful. Until recently. The sea levels has forced populations inward from the warming which means less room for people and less room for trees. We've had to systematically choose trees to cut down to make room. They put in place a hierarchy. While there is no way of knowing which tree belongs to whom unless the soul mate is present, certain forests are valued more than others. I'm fifth generation lumberjack with four generations still working. Although great-grand-dad does more of the non-physical tasks, he's still chugging along. We've been clearing a patch in southern Illinois this past week and I'm ready to be done. I've learned to block out work, it can be mindless and that's a good thing when you're, you know, killing trees. You know that refreshing mist you get when you open a cold can of pop on a hot day? Chopping trees is like that. When you hack the last hack, there's a sort of mist like opening a pop, only sad. My ear plugs and mask help. `` About ready to call it a day,'' dad says. I nod, nearly finished with a beautiful maple. I do love trees but its not exactly like I had a choice in professions. `` Alright, just..'' dad stops and rubs his chest then falls to his knees. I drop my axe and run to him. He's barely breathing. `` HELP'' I scream. The tree I was working on popped and so did dad. This was his tree and I killed him. 
 
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