Once upon a time
there was
a little colony that
robbed the land blind,
stole whatever
and enslaved whoever
it needed
to maintain, then
went feral, declared itself
free (it meant “free”
in the same way
that a clipped wing
can still flap freely),
got huge and bloated,
and now
we are here,
and we get to decide
how to finish the story.
Dark Matter 
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