PS Henderson

Planet Mhâ-jhï

Death. The dark planet smelled like death. Escape from the smell of the female bodies, burning in the deep canons that covered the surface of the planet, was impossible. Thousands of slaves worked the funeral fire pits non-stop. The ash in the air slowly turned the black planet ghostly pale grey. The ash fell slowly onto the shoulders of the Mhâ-jhï man and his infant son sitting on a cliff overlooking one of the canyons. In the fire below, somewhere among the dead, burned the bodies of his wife and daughters.