Corroded Fragmentary Dreams

Dreams and skeletons are the only things that are free, nowadays – and even those are at risk. It’s more profitable to work the poor to death than any of the other options, so why shouldn’t those in power seek a way to squeeze profit out of the very bones of the dead?

Funny thing about fuses, though – they can smolder for a very long time before reaching the point where they explode. This particular fuse is inching closer to something that creaks in the breeze, the question is… is there anyone left who remembers what’s in those boxes?