Year: 2292
“Not long now ‘till another shift is finished” said Brigan to his colleagues.
“You’re wishing your life away with that attitude, Brig” replied Portia.
“And what a life it is, cleaning up dust, dirt and rats from a dead billionaire’s vanity project” Mark shouted from further down the tunnel.
The three of them started to laugh, just as Gaz appeared from around the corner.
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