The habitation quarters on the Martian Colony were barely livable. It wasn’t something that the Company had invested in outside of the Executive Suites.
We’d all signed the contract. And it wasn’t like we could catch a flight back to Earth.
It took me months to scrounge enough material. Waste cloth and polymer binding, mostly. The Company tracked everything with ruthless efficiency. Management claimed it was because the colony’s survival was still tenuous. We shared silent looks that spoke the truth: They were bastards.
Once I patched together the quilt, my sleeping quarters finally started to feel something like home.

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