But the comment section below it (archived in 2017, then deleted) was a war zone. People arguing about yields, about "the taste of iron," about a harvest that supposedly didn't rot . One user, handle "Mudfoot," kept repeating a single line: "Halasto remembers. Halasto never forgot."
Halasto is finishing the plate.
The legend goes that a village elder named Halasto was the sole caretaker of the -Final- seeds. He was obsessed. He claimed the rice "spoke to his bones." He refused to share the patent, refused to sell to the multinationals sniffing around. He locked the 200kg of bronze rice in a granite granary. NTR rice -Final- -Halasto-