Chris Bagnall

Fairy tales

I was born almost four Jovian years ago. The malnourished child of malnourished parents – scratching out an existence in an underground settlement on Callisto. My mother would tell me stories of old Earth – a beautiful blue world with open skies, endless water and room enough for all people to live. It always felt like a wonderous fairy tale to me. Fantastic and unbelievable. I had never seen the stars, let alone blue skies and oceans of water.