Diary of A Galactic Uber Driver: Too Close For Comfort

“Let’s get back to work” I say aloud to my ship, patting a landing gear. I let out a long sigh of relief, having just woken from a long hangover. My celebration of returning back home may have been a tad too much. My passengers are slowly making their way on board, shuffling up the ramp. There are several prisoners that are being...

Diary of A Frozen Dictator: No Exceptions

The corpse pit is now home to three of our departed. The cold keeps the bodies eerily well preserved. Well preserved enough that we can use the deceased for their organs, at least this is what one of my doctors have told me. I stand over the pit, looking at the scene laid out before me, and both my heart and stomach seem to be whirling. The sight of the dead isn’t what does it...

Diary of A Frozen Dictator: The Lost Souls

The balloon comes to a sudden stop with a jerking motion, sending me to my knees. A broken spyglass is my only tool to survey the surrounding area. We had been separated from many people on the journey here, and it was my call that had us press on without searching for them...

Diary of a Frozen Dictator: Of Health and Heat

The generator can now heat a larger area, at the cost of increased coal consumption. We need a mine, and fast. We can only forage so much. My engineers are hard at work cooking up additional upgrades to the generator. “Sir, I thought you mi-might wa-want to know.” a young boy stammers as he holds out a scrap of paper...

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