scifi scrawl

I went to space because making a living on Earth was near impossible, too many people, not enough space or resources to go around. Time was only the super elite would live and work in space, now they train the underclass by the hundreds of thousands for dangerous work. Of course there's a note of contempt to it all. Every year I hear talk about replacing us with machines. Which becomes doubly hilarious when you remember that machines were granted personhood around the time they started this whole 'John Spacer Initiative' "He went to space, so can you!" proclaimed the propaganda trids and posters. It wasn't the lure of easy money (if you lived) that brought me. Honestly I'd always dreamed about travelling the stars.

The entire situation took a turn for sick irony. I'd found the motherlode, a planetoid the size of a goddamn mountain chockful of valuable ores and fissionable material. So of course I stake my claim and some prick with his fingers in too many pies tries to steal the claim. I lucked out and my super illegal weapons systems beat his super illegal weapons systems. I was proud of myself long enough to notice the damage to my life support system. Long story short I jury rigged a solution and made my way to the nearest station.

Which of course was a Machine Folk station, robots? I'm not sure what the PC term for a legal entity that lacks any biological component is. Point is they had no real use for life support systems so such things were scarce and the province of luxuries on station. So I have an AI system blithely telling me I can't squat in their green house and that I'll need to look for someone with a functional life support system and pau them rent. While my space suit's air readings are at 50%.