Which was pricey why he signed up for the Ark programme. Smythe knew he would never have a chance on getting a spot on one of those luxury stations orbiting the planet. It also meant there was the slim chance he would wake up to a better world… other than one going to shit.
Instead of dwelling on this grim reality, Smythe thought back to his training. Why stand when you can sit? Why sit when you can rack out? With that in mind, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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