Indentured: Science Fiction
Feb. 2nd, 2012 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
penthiusGoal 1: Getting the hell off this rock. She leaned back and stared at it, written out in pencil on her tablet. Easier said than done. She wasn't indentured, thanks to being 3rd-gen, but her parents were. She'd been educated to the rudiments required by law, but no corp would pay for more education for a non-indy who might get up and leave whenever she felt like it. She had indy friends. They lived better than she did. Still, she wasn't going to indy herself just to get a better job and a more nicely decorated cage. She lived in the poor section of the station, along with a lot of other 3rd-gens like her. They were poor because they couldn't get a decent job, not because they weren't smart or law-abiding, so it wasn't that bad. They helped each other out. But still--she had to get out of here.
Inspiration: Read a snippet of an article about setting concrete goals.
Story Potential: High?
Notes: I like the idea of how an indentured society might cause problems for the non-indys. Though alas, I want to use the term for its irony, but I think it would cause too much cognitive dissonance for the reader.
Inspiration: Read a snippet of an article about setting concrete goals.
Story Potential: High?
Notes: I like the idea of how an indentured society might cause problems for the non-indys. Though alas, I want to use the term for its irony, but I think it would cause too much cognitive dissonance for the reader.
