February 23, 2019
The curves and peaks flattened out as they approached the rail. The shiny-black metal strip reflected and refracted the light from the sun and stars above, resulting in a dazzling scar ripped across the lunar surface. A formidable white expanse of stone either side was cold and lifeless. That was, except, for the wiggling of the pebbles, as though they were dancing to some silent rave. More and more pebbles joined in until they were all furiously partying together.
The Moon Train zipped along the single rail, travelling at a staggering speed. Last time Zel had counted, it had been 315 carriages long. She didn't have a clue how many more they had added since then, she hardly left the engineer's cabin anymore.
Zel had never expected she would be spending the best part of her life conducting a train. And not just any train, but the Moon Train. A marvel of engineering, it was the fastest land vehicle in the known universe. During normal use, it was responsible for moving resources between the four young lunar colonies.
That was, of course, before the world ended. Now, they had no resources left to transport. The last cargo spaceship from Earth had been twenty years ago. It left the day before the apocalypse when the antimatter bomb had been set off in the Earth's upper mantle. Zel still did not know why, but apparently, PETA, an animal rights organization, was responsible for the bomb's detonation. Whether it was intended or not, the explosion led to the destruction of society. Who knew what it was like down on Earth for the poor souls still there.
Zel turned up the volume of the music. The cabin was vacuum-tight, she didn't have to worry about upsetting the passengers. There was a titanium door between her and them savages, anyway. Nobody except for a small handful of her friends knew who kept the Moon Train running. Most people assumed it was autonomous.
But she was still here. Keeping society on track as she's been doing for years.
The curves and peaks flattened out as they approached the rail. The shiny-black metal strip reflected and refracted the light from the sun and stars above, resulting in a dazzling scar ripped across the lunar surface. A formidable white expanse of stone either side was cold and lifeless. That was, except, for the wiggling of the pebbles, as though they were dancing to some silent rave. More and more pebbles joined in until they were all furiously partying together.
The Moon Train zipped along the single rail, travelling at a staggering speed. Last time Zel had counted, it had been 315 carriages long. She didn't have a clue how many more they had added since then, she hardly left the engineer's cabin anymore.
Zel had never expected she would be spending the best part of her life conducting a train. And not just any train, but the Moon Train. A marvel of engineering, it was the fastest land vehicle in the known universe. During normal use, it was responsible for moving resources between the four young lunar colonies.
That was, of course, before the world ended. Now, they had no resources left to transport. The last cargo spaceship from Earth had been twenty years ago. It left the day before the apocalypse when the antimatter bomb had been set off in the Earth's upper mantle. Zel still did not know why, but apparently, PETA, an animal rights organization, was responsible for the bomb's detonation. Whether it was intended or not, the explosion led to the destruction of society. Who knew what it was like down on Earth for the poor souls still there.
Zel turned up the volume of the music. The cabin was vacuum-tight, she didn't have to worry about upsetting the passengers. There was a titanium door between her and them savages, anyway. Nobody except for a small handful of her friends knew who kept the Moon Train running. Most people assumed it was autonomous.
But she was still here. Keeping society on track as she's been doing for years.
The curves and peaks flattened out as they approached the rail. The shiny-black metal strip reflected and refracted the light from the sun and stars above, resulting in a dazzling scar ripped across the lunar surface. A formidable white expanse of stone either side was cold and lifeless. That was, except, for the wiggling of the pebbles, as though they were dancing to some silent rave. More and more pebbles joined in until they were all furiously partying together.
The Moon Train zipped along the single rail, travelling at a staggering speed. Last time Zel had counted, it had been 315 carriages long. She didn't have a clue how many more they had added since then, she hardly left the engineer's cabin anymore.
Zel had never expected she would be spending the best part of her life conducting a train. And not just any train, but the Moon Train. A marvel of engineering, it was the fastest land vehicle in the known universe. During normal use, it was responsible for moving resources between the four young lunar colonies.
That was, of course, before the world ended. Now, they had no resources left to transport. The last cargo spaceship from Earth had been twenty years ago. It left the day before the apocalypse when the antimatter bomb had been set off in the Earth's upper mantle. Zel still did not know why, but apparently, PETA, an animal rights organization, was responsible for the bomb's detonation. Whether it was intended or not, the explosion led to the destruction of society. Who knew what it was like down on Earth for the poor souls still there.
Zel turned up the volume of the music. The cabin was vacuum-tight, she didn't have to worry about upsetting the passengers. There was a titanium door between her and them savages, anyway. Nobody except for a small handful of her friends knew who kept the Moon Train running. Most people assumed it was autonomous.
But she was still here. Keeping society on track as she's been doing for years.
The curves and peaks flattened out as they approached the rail. The shiny-black metal strip reflected and refracted the light from the sun and stars above, resulting in a dazzling scar ripped across the lunar surface. A formidable white expanse of stone either side was cold and lifeless. That was, except, for the wiggling of the pebbles, as though they were dancing to some silent rave. More and more pebbles joined in until they were all furiously partying together.
The Moon Train zipped along the single rail, travelling at a staggering speed. Last time Zel had counted, it had been 315 carriages long. She didn't have a clue how many more they had added since then, she hardly left the engineer's cabin anymore.
Zel had never expected she would be spending the best part of her life conducting a train. And not just any train, but the Moon Train. A marvel of engineering, it was the fastest land vehicle in the known universe. During normal use, it was responsible for moving resources between the four young lunar colonies.
That was, of course, before the world ended. Now, they had no resources left to transport. The last cargo spaceship from Earth had been twenty years ago. It left the day before the apocalypse when the antimatter bomb had been set off in the Earth's upper mantle. Zel still did not know why, but apparently, PETA, an animal rights organization, was responsible for the bomb's detonation. Whether it was intended or not, the explosion led to the destruction of society. Who knew what it was like down on Earth for the poor souls still there.
Zel turned up the volume of the music. The cabin was vacuum-tight, she didn't have to worry about upsetting the passengers. There was a titanium door between her and them savages, anyway. Nobody except for a small handful of her friends knew who kept the Moon Train running. Most people assumed it was autonomous.
But she was still here. Keeping society on track as she's been doing for years.
The curves and peaks flattened out as they approached the rail. The shiny-black metal strip reflected and refracted the light from the sun and stars above, resulting in a dazzling scar ripped across the lunar surface. A formidable white expanse of stone either side was cold and lifeless. That was, except, for the wiggling of the pebbles, as though they were dancing to some silent rave. More and more pebbles joined in until they were all furiously partying together.
The Moon Train zipped along the single rail, travelling at a staggering speed. Last time Zel had counted, it had been 315 carriages long. She didn't have a clue how many more they had added since then, she hardly left the engineer's cabin anymore.
Zel had never expected she would be spending the best part of her life conducting a train. And not just any train, but the Moon Train. A marvel of engineering, it was the fastest land vehicle in the known universe. During normal use, it was responsible for moving resources between the four young lunar colonies.
That was, of course, before the world ended. Now, they had no resources left to transport. The last cargo spaceship from Earth had been twenty years ago. It left the day before the apocalypse when the antimatter bomb had been set off in the Earth's upper mantle. Zel still did not know why, but apparently, PETA, an animal rights organization, was responsible for the bomb's detonation. Whether it was intended or not, the explosion led to the destruction of society. Who knew what it was like down on Earth for the poor souls still there.
Zel turned up the volume of the music. The cabin was vacuum-tight, she didn't have to worry about upsetting the passengers. There was a titanium door between her and them savages, anyway. Nobody except for a small handful of her friends knew who kept the Moon Train running. Most people assumed it was autonomous.
But she was still here. Keeping society on track as she's been doing for years.
The curves and peaks flattened out as they approached the rail. The shiny-black metal strip reflected and refracted the light from the sun and stars above, resulting in a dazzling scar ripped across the lunar surface. A formidable white expanse of stone either side was cold and lifeless. That was, except, for the wiggling of the pebbles, as though they were dancing to some silent rave. More and more pebbles joined in until they were all furiously partying together.
The Moon Train zipped along the single rail, travelling at a staggering speed. Last time Zel had counted, it had been 315 carriages long. She didn't have a clue how many more they had added since then, she hardly left the engineer's cabin anymore.
Zel had never expected she would be spending the best part of her life conducting a train. And not just any train, but the Moon Train. A marvel of engineering, it was the fastest land vehicle in the known universe. During normal use, it was responsible for moving resources between the four young lunar colonies.
That was, of course, before the world ended. Now, they had no resources left to transport. The last cargo spaceship from Earth had been twenty years ago. It left the day before the apocalypse when the antimatter bomb had been set off in the Earth's upper mantle. Zel still did not know why, but apparently, PETA, an animal rights organization, was responsible for the bomb's detonation. Whether it was intended or not, the explosion led to the destruction of society. Who knew what it was like down on Earth for the poor souls still there.
Zel turned up the volume of the music. The cabin was vacuum-tight, she didn't have to worry about upsetting the passengers. There was a titanium door between her and them savages, anyway. Nobody except for a small handful of her friends knew who kept the Moon Train running. Most people assumed it was autonomous.
But she was still here. Keeping society on track as she's been doing for years.