#42: The Nautilus

Differences aside, our arks — together — form a glorious unit. We all desire A Decent Land; the comfort of arrival. Along the way, we bicker ‘tween each other. Minor squabbling is tincture for the boredom of millennia in space. Some support The Union, though Whigs are bitter rivals. Democracy demands we heed the vision of the ruling party; all except The Nautilus, an independent state. They sell us nectar, harvested from orchids, in exchange for smog. It has an acrid flavour, much beloved throughout the working class. With gigantic batches of the nectar, Nautilus can buy its freedom for another year (and military protection). It follows us because it’s scared of gators, like the gilded liz...View all