(The two previous parts of this satire can be found here in the Isle of Endless Education and the Isle of Freedom.)
Marc and Julie were surprised to see that there appeared to be little industry on the Isle of Industry. No smokestacks puffing up gray clouds to the horizon, no grinding sounds of machinery at work and no sense of activity at all. Piles of rusted machinery lay near the shore where a few windmills turned dissolutely away from the wind.
The solar-powered train carrying them slowly halted leaving them in an empty station with only a few ticket takers waiting around for nothing in particular. After an hour or two, they began to wander around the premises, but there was nothing to see besides abandoned warehouses, piles of junk and a few people, who might have workers, lounging around. When they tried to talk to a few of them, they were met with the curt reply, "I'm on break......."
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