Breakout.
“Attention you miserable miscreants!” screamed the Overseer at the hundred or so Agris crowded into the small passenger compartment of the Department of Corrections space shuttle, “and don’t start moaning. It’s your own fault you’re here!”
Magenta 183 wanted very much to scream in frustration. It hadn’t been her fault that she had entered a sleep period whilst on duty on AgriPrime 3700. About a million l****s of food protein had overflowed the vats that she was responsible for and disappeared down the numerous drains. She sighed, knowing that she had actually been lucky, escaping execution. These days the population of the empire wasn’t what it used to be and consequently the strict rules were relaxed. Her train of thought was interrupted as the Overseer continued, “By Executiv
