[STM]

"The fulcrum of hate launches vile attacks into society,
The glukkons retaliate with hangings and deaths,
The sligs look on, laughing maniacally,
While the workers take their last breaths"

I

The mudokon treaded lightly, shifting between shadows, reluctant to over take the two sligs talking ahead of him, their pace was devilishly slow and their cigarette smoke extended a grim contrail of putrid air that writhed around his nose. He kept his head down and masqueraded his steps with the indefinet safety of the off the boiler belches and machinery convulsions. He was working late and shouldn't have been out, his sleep pod was not too far away but he had left his papers somewhere and if a slig guard found him without them, well, accidents happen.
And unfortunateley, this was the grim reality of life in the tormentuous, sadistic playpen of Alaghad Fishery 034. Situated on one of the banks of the clotted arteries of the River Modoko, The hulking industrial feature was sucking the fish from the water and into monolithic refineries. It is true to say that prophet can be found anywhere. Actually, the vast fishing rig is actually a boat that was long ago anchored to a port and then expanded upon until it took up almost the entire width of the river and followed the flow for hundreds of metres.
Eventually, the slig guards hastened and left the mudokon alone, well, you could never be alone. There where always supression orbs watching you, cameras assessing you, even the guards reported back odd behaviour to their commanders. To add a pun in, the glukkon masters ran a tight ship. The mudokon passed a familiar bill board which simply read: 'Our profits jutify our means, work harder!' This quasi-motivational poster had sprung up almost everywhere in preperation for Blue Friday, the shopping day of the Glukkonian calender. Khanzumerz from all over Mudos would almalgamate and diverge towards the super cities to grab cut price deals and luxury foods from the corners of the globe and beyond. Not that this meant anything to the labourers, besides the fact that they would be pushed extra hard over the next few weeks, more would die, their would be worker shortages, rations would, for Odd knows why increase and sometimes the slig guards would have to take on the menial jobs which all ended in hot racial antagonism from both sides.