"My job is a simple one, I pilot a driller from a remote location and let it do its thing: mining space rocks for their guts."
Soar, little butterfly.
If you knew that the world would end in 16 hours, what would you do?
What is the cost of progress?
Rachel held back the taste of bile for as long as she could. Each time she swallowed she felt a heaving build up inside her that she beat back with every force available to her. Think of the smell, she told herself, the smell hit her again and she bent and hurled her lunch out … Continue reading Rachel and the Grinzwans