The Prophecy of Agnes

Just what makes that little ant think?

A thorough sweep of a crater could take months.
Agnes had a small kitchen and made herself some
spaghetti and meatballs.
The truck rumbled along as she sat naked eating
on her futon.
The truck was massive and rumbled as it shifted
and ground ore.

Agnes liked to watch nature programs on cable broadcasts.
The social ant was the topic.
"An ant has no sense of self and lives only for the colony
and the queen, who is a mindless servant as well
spends her entire life inside the colony."
the narrator explained

Agnes wondered if she was a mindless ant.
How many years did the company take from her?
She had been recruited by the company while still in high school.
"That's capitalism. Will train you and give you a share.
The rest is up to your persistence." she was told.

There was a sudden shake and drop off.
"Computer? What's going on?" Agnes wiped some spaghetti off
her belly.
She was a voluptuous astronaut.
Many thought she was Betty Page reborn again.
Agnes walked over to the navigation seat.

"Oh, sh*t." she growled.
The truck had slipped into a volcanic vent.
Agnes tapered the booster thrusters.
She said a prayer, "Great Spirit save me."
Just then the truck made it back to the surface
with a small shutter.

The vent was lined with gems.
How ironic the mining of the Moon had been.
Gold, silver and precious gems had all been
reduced to mass quantities.
They only had industrial value.
Agnes share had added up to less than
shuttle bus pilot to a Moon resort.

It was all she knew..
So, many jobs had been loss to automation.
She chuckled, "Maybe I could be a pin up?"
The computer sounded an alert.
She jumped into her spacesuit and breather.
And leapt into her navigator chair.
There was something moving over the hull.

Reflections~ What if God just wanted to have fun?


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