""He collects butterflies," a woman whispered with utter disgust.
Michis ignored her and the unexpected squeak of dismay that followed.
"Butterflies! There are live insects here? We must leave!"
The middle-aged women rushed out of the botanical garden. They wouldn't be back.
Michis gathered a butterfly carefully into a case. Three hours later he opened the door to his private botanical garden and let him loose. Butterflies swarmed, birds sang -- and sometimes ate butterflies, but that was natural. In a world full of lifeless insect droids, he gathered the colors of the forgotten nature and remembered a prettier time.
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