"Ed! Did you finish the vegetable garden?" Henry Macavee yelled across the interior greenhouse. He held a hand mister spraying the berry vines with close attentive care. "Ed! You hear me?"
"Yes! I'm here. I'm here. Sorry, I was replacing some recycled soil. What is it you need?" He was sweating. He removed his workman's hat and gave his forehead a wipe with the dry rag from his pants pocket.
"Well, did you?"
"Did I what Mr. Macavee?"
Henry shrugged with frustration. "Did you finish watering the vegetable garden?"
"Oh, oh. No. Not yet. I will right now." Ed was about to turn when Henry Macavee shouted, "Ed? Is your head screwed on right today? I know it never is, but it seems extra loose today? Why is that?"
"I have a lot on my mind."
"I doubt that. Whatever you're thinking about. Stop it, and do your job." Henry turned away, back to his berry vine, spraying harmoniously.
Ed walked away, uttering under his breath, "Up yours Henry."
All Ed could think about was the disc.
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Tara 3
Science FictionA space-scape of time lost and lives trying to remain afloat upon the stars in Humankinds last chance effort to survive on TARA 3.
