The Ants' Inheritance
The news said the ring would be here in three years. Frank didn't think much about it. He had a shift at the mill at six and a rent payment due on the first, and neither of those cared about space things. His coworker Darryl brought it up at lunch, standing by the microwave with a bowl of something that smelled like burnt plastic. "You see that thing in the sky?" Frank looked at him. "What...
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