They came from different places. His brown skin was lightly scarred by acne. “An accident. The mine continued on without any slackening in its pace for ten minutes, as more ants began to squeeze themselves inside, and then it hesitated, one spindly metal leg held aloft uncertainly.
But I wouldn’t want to do anything else. Because I stood up for this world as a world in its own right, belonging to those who lived in it, and not simply as a plaything of yours. He was immobilised for a few seconds. Run the hell out of here.
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