In case we've forgotten: random topics, once a day, 100-ish words. Here and here

In the Devil’s territory
The Devil has no territory but that which we grant him. When we lean on our fences and look at the sky and say It takes a vengeful god to make weather like this and frown, then we give him the roads. When he walks up left leg limp and strange bump in the back of his coat and we say Hello there sir, what are you doing this day? then we give him our houses. When the Devil offers us a pen that writes by itself or a basket that always holds bread or a field that doesn’t need seeding and we say Yes sir, thank you sir, then we give him everything.

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Cracked
Our engineer went mad today. The hull of our ship is strong enough to withstand the most intense pressure our scientists believe we could possibly encounter, but some pressure leaked in nonetheless. The hull will not warp as we mine the asteroids, it will not bend under the vacuum of space enveloping us. Jimmy bent, though, deep in the labyrinth of the ship’s works, suffocating on the machine-perfect air. He didn’t tell any of us, and any note he left was disintegrated in the blast of the coils, short-circuited when he jumped between them.

The alloys protecting us are thick, they are dependable. The only errors in this ship are the humans running it.