Last Chance
The next morning, Rahim woke up refreshed. Today was his last dayunit on the E.C., and he planned to fill it with all the things he loved about the planet. While adjusting to new worlds, he would seek out activities he liked to do. Being a former slave on Ydro-Down, his feelings of inferior self-worth always popped up during times of stress. Amongst unfamiliar gente, despite his ability to make friends, he would tend to retreat to quieter places. His favorite quiet place was the museum, where the item on display wasn’t him. The E.C. was the only world where people did not care where he was born. Here, the farmer was glad that his work mattered more than his lineage.
Rahim opened a can of cold syn-coffee and nibbled on a banana bar. He remembered the number of times he had bee
