Mere survival is the first step. In this dirty, human-’fested hellhole disease spreads swiftly; for many it is their greatest hope. The Space Exodus Project is a dead religion in comparison.
We’ve all a shelf-life of twenty-one years to fill a niche or be killed to make room: to establish ourselves into an approved career or get married to someone who has.
I was never going to make those grades, too meek to not be destroyed by this unnatural selection. I instead spent my time waiting for the pulping machine that tomorrow will fill my last view of the world.
We’ve all a shelf-life of twenty-one years to fill a niche or be killed to make room: to establish ourselves into an approved career or get married to someone who has.
I was never going to make those grades, too meek to not be destroyed by this unnatural selection. I instead spent my time waiting for the pulping machine that tomorrow will fill my last view of the world.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #419 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Shelf.
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