#FiveSentenceFiction: Human

 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 … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Human