Javier had been having a good evening, all things considered.
Well—"good" was relative. Nothing about the current situation was actually good. The whole thing was fucked up from its core, if he was being honest.
But Javier was a simple man, wanting nothing more than a quiet life, and he'd learned to take his victories where he could find them.
Fresh vegetables, for instance. That was a victory.
He had just picked up some from one of the farms in the Secondary Ring. Actual fresh produce that were grown in soil, not the synthetic crap they'd eaten on the floating islands.
Tomatoes. Lettuce and even some carrots that were only slightly misshapen.
Life had been treating him well these past few days, relatively speaking.
He used to live on one of the floating islands called Neo-Canberra, to be specific. Not too long ago, on earth and at home. His father was a minster in the government and he had a very good life.
