Great piece from eurobrat.wordpress.com. Sadly, I can see us heading in just this direction.
The Professor winced when he got out of his flight capsule. He had to keep reminding himself of how crucial his assignment was, that every little bit counted. No matter how hopeless it seemed.
“Remember, you’re doing sacred work, Henrik,” he muttered under his breath.
A rag-tag crowd of natives was already beginning to gather, gawking at his ship. A few of them cheered and applauded, but most just stared, stone-faced.
Naomi bounded out to meet him. She looked energetic as ever, no matter how much human misery she witnessed on a daily basis.
“Thank you for agreeing to come here, sir,” she said after hugging him. “This is a rough area.”
“Rough areas are my job,” he replied, his Swedish accent making the word “job” softer. Not all of his colleagues at World United agreed that the charity missions to Merka were worthwhile. He couldn’t blame them. Visiting a…
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