Day 6,951, Milky Way Galaxy, Earth, fence post, Starbuck Plantation, purple sky, green clouds, green sun, 92*F, morning.
The communication globe rounded the oak tree bright with a red blinking light. It stopped. The flap lifted revealing the face of my overseer for my farm. He seemed anxious.
“Starra.” Ming greeted.
“Ming,” I stated.
Starra’s suite, red sky, blue clouds, pink moon, 103*F, evening.
I walked to my assigned room with the communication globe trailing me. I bathed and changed into one of my farm outfits, clean blue jeans and white sleeveless cotton shirt and my leather black boots. I forget to pack additional shoes. I sit on the bed. Comfortable and soft. I sighed with annoyance.
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