Daniel was never done with Diamond. He feigned pleasure from the machine. He would have been sacrificed. That would have been the message sent. Daniel knew he could not live in that roughly angled colony on the barren mare of Luna. What stood before him not far off from the structure he had stayed at his entire life was the towering ten story tall solid mass of metal with gigantic retractable cylindrical vacuum -tubes which stood looming in the otherwise blank horizon.
The industrial complex incorporated within Daniel’s familial colony served no other purpose but to gather dust and rock containing precious Helium 3 deposits. The Corp invented an off-world approach at making themselves appear to be resolving the fossil fuel crisis during the mid-21st century when the zealots desired nuclear apocalypse over equality. That was when the evangelicals attempted their coup and made an alliance with the corporations in order to lay waste to many independent free-people communities across Earth.
What became known as The Corp had planned to develop a cheaper energy source than using Helium 3 in a nuclear fusion process. The result of their experimentation was of lesser quality, yet they named it The Clean Matter Fuel. It was a so-called revolution in technology, for the inhabitants of the home world knew no better. In reality it was a scam source of power created by faces behind a name which championed oligarchical governance and only yearned for more profits in their trans-human quest for immortality.
After the era of confusion the free people were pushed underground by the corporations which were quickly molding into the singular “being” of a monopoly which would give them more control. Snippets of this scattered information of history blipped in Daniel’s brain. He saved the thoughts for pondering at a later time. He would not know fully until his trip to Titan, but at that point he never even thought he would make it off the Lunar surface. Those men that craved power heavily influenced Daniel’s thought process. The overwhelming stain of guilt rendered any attempts at justifying a new mindset futile for the young derelict.
Daniel had stolen an exo-suit from the docking bay while he was supposed to be manning the security center. Diamond was dragged through the gray waste for a few kilometers until Daniel had the courage to finally vaporize his doubtful thoughts. The only way to accomplish such a difficult psychological feat was to physically obliterate the symbol of dominance that lay before him. Or was she, it… was it a representation of weakness? Was he actually fulfilling what they wanted him to carry out? He thought that they may have wanted him to experience the ultimate act of authority.
No, the boy’s eyes saw through glass and metal. He analyzed what he had seen and felt in the last few cycles. His disillusionment had slipped away. The crumpled heap of machine within machine destroyed multiple targets in his mind. The vacuum ate Diamond and all the tortuous webs of thoughts that came with it.