The deserter
- Hey, girl, I know that my job is to sell drinks, but you don't look good... You should stop after this one...
The barman handled me a colorful drink with a worried look. He was right, I was drunk. Very drunk. But I don't really cared anymore.
I took a little sip. Then stared at him. He was still looking at me.
- So, for some random reasons my superior sent me to a remote planet in this far-away galaxy to gather informations about the ruling species. - I don't know why I started to tell him this, but I need to speak it out loud at least once.
The man didn't even flinch after hearing that. He probably had hear a lot of shit on his line of work...
- And I thought "Sure, I needed a vacation anyway" and I came here, but... Even in my worst nightmare I wouldn't imagine that a planet like this existed - I continued. - How can you live in these conditions?
I paused. In my crazy drunk state I made a decision. I'm gonna desert.