My name is Xiao Yi. I’m a fresh-faced office drone, grazing and getting milked, the designated scapegoat and the seniors’ punching bag. My future is bright.
No one at work remembers my name, but after I arrived on a new planet, everyone had to look up to me.
Because I’m the planet’s savior.
Without me, they’re all doomed.
For the sake of interstellar peace and the fate of their race, they resort to underhanded tactics to seduce me.
Men are great, but keep your hands off me.
I’d rather starve to death, die out there, or jump off right here than let any of them take advantage of me!
“I understand, my savior,” he said.
“Could you take your hand off my abs?”
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A short story, told in first person.
The plot is a runaway train that crashes into every character equally.
P.S. I’m busy in real life, so I’ll pop back in to update whenever I feel like crashing into everyone (...).
Theme: Look at problems with an eye to the future.
