Escape, 694, hunting the mighty space whale, by Miranda Chaconae. I'm going to Hello everyone and welcome to escape by. This week's story comes from Miranda

Chaconi. Miranda writes weird stuff and jokes. Her short stories have appeared in

the Harrow, the Three Lobe Burning Eye and defenestration among other publications.

She lives in Columbus, Ohio.

In the rate of this week is Escape Artist's own SK Nash.

So, get ready, because it's story time.

Hunting the mighty space whale by Miranda Chaconae, narrated by SK Nash.

They sent me to blow up the ship, which was a pretty dramatic way to inform an employee that her services were no longer required.

On the other hand, it's sort of my own fault because it didn't occur to me to say no until

after the interview at the recruiting station. This makes me a good cautionary

tale about not sleepwalking through your life, especially when your life involves being

a deep space ecological terrorist.

I suppose in my defense I could argue that I just sort of fell into sabotaging mining vessels

and planting IEDs in the offices of Planetary

Resource Extraction Limited CEOs, in much the same way another person

might fall into a career in accounting

or dressing up like a clown for kids parties.

I knew a guy, who knew a guy, who knew a guy who knew a guy and well the whole story is pretty long and boring and

mostly about networking but it does kind of

this whole don't sleepwalk through your life moral of this little Aesapian peace.

I have no idea when the words undercover operative were stamped in my

personnel file. I never even had a chance to lodge a complaint with my cell leader. It was just snip snip,

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