Planetary design was my dream job. Cushy, well paid, and plenty of satisfaction.
I mean, I sat at a computer designing aesthetically pleasing planets for the super-rich, raking in big money for the pleasure of doing so,
and to top it all off I got to point at whole worlds that I shaped. I was like god but without the theological dilemmas.
That was until the economy did that thing it always does eventually and decided to tank.
In all the millions of years of human history, all the incredible advances we've made it boggles my mind that we can still be at the whim of "the economy". But hey that's the way it goes.
It turns out that the building of planets is an expensive business.
The billions of tonnes of material it takes to build a planet, the incredible technology needed to coalesce it into a liveable planet, and the people to control this all need paying for.
When the money dries up something had to give. Apparently, that was me.
I wouldn't have been too sad if I got a decent pay out and "good luck in your future endeavours". But no all I got was "finish this job and go". Bit rude that.
Well in the very distant past a wise person said, "don't get mad, get even". So I did.
Whatever else happens to me, whatever my future may hold, it will always give me immense satisfaction to know that out in the galaxy, orbiting a distant star,
there is a planet whose entire continental landmass is shaped into twenty-thousand-kilometre-long dick and balls.