Damned to Earth

The stars, the sky up above, expanding with its long black finger tips. As a child he would lay on the grass at night, and reach his hands into the sky. His fingers would trail along the abyss's little night lights. It was beautiful, a wonder of his own creation. Humans devices, our insidious machinations had yet to tarnish the grand expanse above. For once there was one thing we could not destroy, something we could not privatize, publicize, and commercialize.

Until we did, years later Elliot would reach his hands to the sky and find the dazzling diamonds disappearing , he could see it now, a large stain about the moon. His father had mentioned something of the sort, a hotel on our great pearl in the sky, our forever satellite. A hotel, Elliot knew something was wrong, he knew but was too poor to understand. Now the sky, the celestial up above, had locked its gates, another thing locked away from him. Confined to some nebulous concept as class, it caused him much pain but was he to do?

It would be years later where he would look above and see no more stars blotting the black surface up above, now hidden to him by some malignant miasma. Time had passed and nothing had been done, now his lungs were consumed by smoke. The companions up above hidden from his eyes, sold to the profiteers on the moon. Elliot would be in his late twenties when he hears about the first Mars colony, and it strikes him as strange. Has something been skipped? How had we transitioned from the moon to Mars? Was there nothing to be done here on this world's greens and blues? Maybe time had simply flown by or that the technocrats knew something he did not.

The last time he had looked upon the stars had been as a child, he would drown in its awe-inspiring gaze. But now it only filled him with a deep seething, an urge to bring havoc upon those that have prostituted the twinkling lights up above. Born to a lower bracket and as such unable to ever venture above the confines of gravity, his wings clipped at birth. Elliot would reach his hand above one more time, but now with his fist clenched. Incremental change had done nothing for him,  it had only stolen and oppressed him. Leaving him stranded on this dying rock.