Five moons, grey frozen rocks, no feet, merely a giant caterpillar…
What have I become, I who dreamed of Space, little boy full of fantasies?
Here’s the truth: Space is the Company, at the Frontier, mining, transformed, no longer a sentient being, but a machine.
The Company is good: at least I – the caterpillar – think so, otherwise what would I be doing here?
It is just a little lonely, here, on this rock, on my own, and sometime I feel I am missing something, someone?
That is the cutest picture yet so sad! Your story captured it perfectly 🙂
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