The Work: Science Fiction

Going for a stroll along the ramparts of the plant, he smiled behind the breath mask. He would have sighed with satisfaction, but he'd found early on that it made him sound too much like a sci-fi movie villain, and so he abstained before his employees started calling him Darth Boss. They might not have heard his sighs--the plant was noisy, everyone wore masks and earplugs, but why risk it? It was such a small community that any such nickname would have spread like wildfire. Anything new was treasured. Even gossip that people would have turned their noses up at back home. There had to be strict rules about what was and was not allowable for practical jokes.


Inspiration: This flickr picture.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: This is mostly setting, but I like the idea of taking what would seem to be an easy pollution-bad/industry-boss-evil frame and switching it around a bit. He's a good guy. The industry is incredibly foul, but somehow not actively damaging. And it's very isolated. Extraplanetary colony? Something. An interesting setting for many things. Like Antarctica.