call me noah.
By definition a refuge class heavy cruiser is the lowest form of interplanetary travel ever designed and put into the ethers by human kind. I’m lucky to be aboard at all. If that doesn’t give you enough of a sense of my situation then maybe the rest of this story can.
My name is Noah.
Appropriate that I would end up shipping out on an ark full of barnyard animals, fleeing a dying Earth, and earning my passage with the strength of my own two hands mucking out the shit of a priceless herd of cattle while me and my fellow worthless humans clung to the bottom rung of the last ladder pulled up from the birthplace of humanity.
It’s not a pretty story. It might make you laugh. Maybe it will make you angry. It could even make you cry at points. But it’s my story and I’m going to tell it if it’s the last thing I do. Though now that I write that, it just might be.