Let Them BeDeep below the metal skin of a distant world, a strange creature sat upon his throne in thought. One clawed hand rested upon the strange chair, built for his uniquely shaped body. In truth, he hardly ever used the thing. Sitting and giving orders was not his way. That separated him too much from what he felt was his duty, his reason for existence. He preferred to work, to labor with his own hands. That was the way of things, should have always been the way of things. To work was to live. There was no other path.Let Them Be3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In his relatively short existence it had always been so, and he was untroubled by this. Why should he be, when in truth it brought him joy? He was powerful, relied upon. Without him industry would grind to a screeching halt. But he would never do such a thing. To build, to smelt metal, was the most wonderful experience in this or any other world. Even beyond his obligation to his society, it was everything that he was.
But he was troubled, and he decided that he must devote all