Rift Station: Open Worlds
Given the choice between a miniature bomb shot into my neck and a mining pick in hand, I'll take the latter. It's not an easy decision. I certainly didn't take it lightly. Right? RIGHT? I guess that's why you're in command, kiddo. You definitely know far better than I. I only live in this world and know the ins and outs. I sure hope you don't come across two fine little words at the bottom of this screen. Two little words that feel a bit premature on this page. I don't know much about premature, but I'm sure you do.
I shake my head from the weird thoughts that suddenly, magically appeared in my brain.
"I'll take the mine. Save your neck grenades for someone else," I say.
The man in the bodysuit motions in my direction. Powerful arms lift my from my position and throw me into the back of another transport vessel. The ride is silent. The transport is empty too, save for the transport security. Seems literally everyone else decided for the other program. A few hours later, a vibro-pick is shoved into my hand and a boot closely follows on my lower back. Luckily, they missed the goods, darlin'. Unluckily, I'm left to mine rocks for the remainder of my short life. Damn, I wish I chose to enroll in the program.
I shake my head from the weird thoughts that suddenly, magically appeared in my brain.
"I'll take the mine. Save your neck grenades for someone else," I say.
The man in the bodysuit motions in my direction. Powerful arms lift my from my position and throw me into the back of another transport vessel. The ride is silent. The transport is empty too, save for the transport security. Seems literally everyone else decided for the other program. A few hours later, a vibro-pick is shoved into my hand and a boot closely follows on my lower back. Luckily, they missed the goods, darlin'. Unluckily, I'm left to mine rocks for the remainder of my short life. Damn, I wish I chose to enroll in the program.
