Fake Trees

The Cell Tower's Soliloquy

A towering "tree" stands amidst a bustling urban landscape, its metal frame disguised by a canopy of artificial leaves.

Cell Tower: Sighs Another day, another disguise. I used to be a simple metal structure, a beacon of connectivity in a world hungry for data. But now, I'm a tree. A tree that can't photosynthesize, can't feel the wind, and can't even appreciate the beauty of the sunset.

They say I blend in, that I'm a seamless part of the landscape. But I know the truth. I'm a fraud, a technological imposter. I'm not a tree; I'm a transmitter, a conduit for information.

Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it. The effort to disguise myself, to pretend to be something I'm not. But then I think about all the people who rely on me, who depend on me for their connection to the world. And I realize that maybe my role as a tree is a small price to pay.

I may not be a real tree, but I can still serve a purpose. I can be a symbol of human ingenuity, a testament to our ability to adapt and innovate. And who knows, maybe one day, I'll even inspire someone to plant a real tree.

The cell tower pauses, its artificial leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

Cell Tower: Until then, I'll just keep pretending to be a tree. After all, it's better than being a naked metal pole.