Mission Vortex
Escllave’s mansion stood in the side of the heavily forested mountain side. Below a world that seemed distant from hers was available to view. Pathways of cement matter interlinked in patterns killing plant life below. Ground shuttles followed these patterns to reach desired destination of their operators while clouds of thin exhaust rose to higher altitudes from the machines. Some homosapiens chose to walk for enjoyment of what’s left of their natural planet. Reserves of what they called parks held life forms that roamed the lands before human arrival however now prisoners and outcasts to their own native lands. Many creatures dieing from lack of habitat needed for survival which hung in the hands of merciless humankind, who’s only objective is to have the whole population in lap of luxury withholding poverty. View of her …