by RDCameron
Orson Foster used to be a human warehouse - sorry, fulfilment centre - worker but then his employers accused him of trying to join a union. Sentence: death. Luckily the unionised spaceships let him hitch a ride. Unluckily for Orson, being in the union means you do have to do some work. All Orson wants to do is try to save his favourite social media influencer (who hates him) and avoid explosive decompression. A story about how the only thing that might save you from the evil space corporations is solidarity with your AI comrades (they might kill you but it’ll probably be by accident) The sequel to It Was Like This When I Found It.
