Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Seventy-One

It’s a little known fact that humans who do physical labour in zero gravity and with heavy breathing apparatus don’t last long. Given that those who died were the scum of our species, we didn’t expect there to be an outcry. But there was. 

Fortunately, self-determining machines could mine just as effectively. 

In a relatively short space of time the moon’s face became as full of holes as a Swiss cheese, and littered with broken machinery.

Still we mined, until the machines stole our satellite out of the sky and we awoke to find it gone.

Woe notides us….

©️jj 2020

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