H.O.M.E. 26
by
Fin
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Two elderly humans sat on a rusted metal porch, sipping on joint glasses of whiskey. The stars of the ethernight were rising after a long day of working the fields.
The pair of business partners had purchased the land around them recently. It was to create a sort of haven they called it. One where a Umon could be let to live free as a Umon with other Umons. And after all the commotion they had just caused in Outer Ring City, most other inhabitants to The Core wished them a speedy farewell. The fact that the homestead was located at the far edge of the livable zones on The Southern Overhang was just a bonus to all.
"It looks like the Zvlocks are going to be willing to sell their parcel to us," said one of the identical mustachioed men to the other as he drank his alcohol slowly to the view.
"Yup," was all his brother responded.
A blonde lad in his twenties walk the path through the fields toward the farmhouse at its end. Halting several feet before the porch, the boy looked at the older humans sitting on it.
"I was told I might have a place here?"
He was home.
-Fin