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“The Martian history was not too different from that on Earth. The only exception was that people left the satellites and went to the surface of Mars and eventually after extensive construction found their way under a dozen domes on the red surface of the red planet. There, in the constructed safety of a domed environment the new Martians began to pollute and poison Mars as they had Earth. Garbage was a real problem. The consumption of foodstuffs created waste.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.”

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“You are the much talked about afronaut leisure class,” said the mustached and shifty eyed third stranger with a knowing smile. “Were you injured?” “What is an afronaut?” Oggy asked his sister, in a whisper. Zuzu shushed Oggy. Beaumont gave his nephew a cold side eye.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.”

“Okay,” said Oggy. “What did they mean by asking you about being an afronaut?” Beaumont frowned at the statement. “We’re in space and things have not changed that drastically from two hundred years ago.” The old vet paused. “We are in space and we,” he said lifting his hand and showing it to Oggy. The boy smirked. “We, are the workers, the laborers. They,” Beaumont said, raising his chin in the direction of the three men on the opposite side of the compartment. “They, are the bosses, the managers. So, in this power structure they found a way to label us.” “We are afronauts,” Zuzu said with a disgusted look and a finger pointing to her hair. “They are astronauts.” “That don’t sound right,” said Oggy. “Right or wrong, it is what it is,” Beaumont said.” Excerpt From Onto a Sea of Stars Mark Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.”

“Still, the age of [working the system, climbing the ladder, choosing lesser evils] was long past. Systems were broken, and ladders had turned to slides long before either of us. Lesser evils had leveled out into equal ones, burgeoning ones, inevitable ones. A place like the valley wasn't birthed from one legislative oversight, but from a spectacular compounding of societal failures, and, in the face of that, one spot of incidental kindness was only a bandage waiting to be bled through.”

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