Ad Interim

[James Greed]

Another morning, devoid of colour like the rest. No star shines brighter, the backlight of the console still as dim when it first malfunctioned. The news, all the same. Factions shooting eachother to shreds, houses continuing their zealous expansion for power. Tyrants fall, innocent women and men get framed for crimes they never committed.

Yet, as always there's anxiety. What if it's the last day I'll get to "enjoy"? A malfunction of the engines could send me into the sun. A crack in the hull could promote me to a corpse. Minds immeasurably superior to ours could just flip the switch, and turn our world cold and empty forever.

Even though my current job is a lot safer than what I did before... It just feels like it's not going anywhere. Back then, I could chase these thoughts away by flying out immediately. Rob the first transport, then head back to base. Now? Old allies became enemies. Piracy is out of the equation, and all I can do is shoot, and hope the bureaucrat in the bounty office files the claim in time.

This too shall pass. We too, shall pass.

Thrown away like an empty fuel cell.

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