The morning horn sounded and the kids left their bunkers heading out to the fields sleepy-eyed. It didn’t matter how many times they did this, they were always sleepy. They went barefoot so that they could feel the moist morning grass. It helped them feel alive and ready to steer the world.
They each mounted their section of the apparatus. They peddled and peddled turning all the wheels in a slightly off-kilter rhythm. They watched the dawn come and people start milling about.
They stared at everyone with wide-open mouths. This is what they worked for. Sure, no one can see them for they are in a different dimension that overlays this one. But they still had a high sense of purpose.
They peddled harder and harder until every city welcomed the new year. Their love and innocence imbued the air. And with that they hoped there would be peace.