Chapter 59

July 6, 2010

"The dust today is so thick today you can taste it." Harold wiped some sweat from this forehead with a rag. "On the good side it's really, really hot and the rainy season is several months off. I just hope that Russian air conditioner keeps working. If it breaks again, it will be a year before the new low bid will get here. What were they thinking? We're too far from a Sears for service. Much, much too far. How did we end up in this sorry state of affairs? We should have bought Japanese."

Harold took a bite of his pan-blackened lichen sandwich and opened a caffeine-free, preservative-free, sugar-and-cyclamate-free, color-free, carbonated beverage drink. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table. Cakes of dry, reddish dirt dropped off his boots onto the table. "How did I get into this sorry state of affairs? How did I get stuck on this god forsaken rock 50 million kilometers from home.
You see it was my idea. I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I come up with the ideas. George negates them and all is well. Well this time, George liked the idea. Everybody liked the idea and now I am governor of a rock. A rock with an atmosphere, a crust of dead bacteria, and a lot of cheap real estate. But you know, I've got a wife who loves me and kids who don't know any better and consequently think I am the greatest. The sad part is that I was really trying to make something good that people would like. Something that would inspire mankind to expand and grow, to leave the bounds of earth and inhabit a new world. I created a new world. Chrisopher Columbus MacAnish. Then I went to the new world. But just like Columbus, I am reviled as a destroyer. But I will create again. I have the power!"

The End

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