Daily writing prompt

Do you think humans will ever colonize Mars? What would life there actually look like?

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Mainstream newspapers talked about it after the fact: giant fucking asteroid recently missed us by what was, in the grand scheme of things, a hair.

We weren’t told. We found out after, but in the years leading up to it, scientists were silenced–murdered or disappeared, all kinds, too. Seemed so weird and 3 Body Problem was huge then and wasn’t that a weird coincidence?

The following happened next:

Billionaires built bunkers, made them cush and lush. Included room for staff–hilarious, that they think they’ll be able to carry the toxic shit that serves them into the next social hellscape. At least there’s that.

Multiple top 3% motherfuckers disappeared from the map the days leading up to this near miss.

Mainstream newspapers reported on page three, metaphorical page six, article twelve or whatever – hey! Guess what? Big asteroid didn’t hit us.

A sonic boom was heard over the northeast of America.

A big chunk entering the atmosphere, it’s fine.

It’s fine.

Keep working.

It’s fine.

I live in fear of the very things I love to write about–dystopia, settlements on Mars or the Moon, places for the rich to escape to. Things that give them another reason to just let us keep breaking ourselves to make them more money before the end.

There is them and us, and country lines don’t matter. It’s just another way to pit us against one another. The working class is the largest class on Earth, and united, we will hold them down as the world ends. Fuck you and your bunker, man.

Give us a choice if it all ends.