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The Red Hessian Armed Miners’ Uprising

Part One - The dawn of resistance

Scientific progress and praised economic endeavors always have been burdened on the shoulders of the working class man, when all he in turn could hope for was, that this day, he and his own would not go hungry. At the same time the management usually delights and indulges themselves in profit and luxury, hard won by the working man’s hard labour.

But with the synthworld they went too far. We endured and we have endured hard and for long. As asteroid miners, we endured the daily hardships of our dangerous jobs. We endured claustrophobic living conditions, bad food, no spare time and being far away from our loved ones for up to several years at a stretch because we can’t afford the trip back home in between.

Then they saw their chance for long-term profit by competing for their praised government contracts as mineral and steel suppliers for the construction of the synthworld, and things went from bad to much, much worse instantly. Competion meant maximizing the production rate while minimizing costs. Cost savings meant reduced wages, reduced maintainance, reduced safety measures.
For us miners this meant overtime, double-shifts, and with the exhaustion, the inevitable accidents began. And in our working conditions in zero-G, in the cold of outer space, only kept alive by the slim reserves of our mechanized pressure suits, accidents prove fatal in two of three times. Depressurized and frozen equipment can be repaired, people can’t.
Meanwhile, to replace us at a whim, they flew in more and more hoards of unlearned workers from whereever they could get hold of them. From the slums in the shadow of the big golden cities. The poorest of the poor, those without a choice. Always hungry, always willing to risk their lives for even less and less money, without the possibility to unionize themselves. But they are not the ones to blame, we would not have acted any different in their stead. They have become and are our brothers now and we lay our lives in each other’s hands on a daily basis. The decisions were made in the mirrored luxury office megatowers on old Earth and Terra, by silk-clad company CEOs and government officials with 400 UEC haircuts, sedulously calculating numbers, neatly piling them up into columns and signing the results with ancient ink pens made of pure gold and platinum.

And with more and more miners herded into overcrowded and poorly maintained quarters, living conditions quickly went from unbearable to horrendous. Hygiene went downhill, infectious diseases flared up frequently, weakening us even further and soon fatalities due to illness rivaled the ever increasing numbers of those due to injuries and accidents. With working conditions like that, what had been ‘risk’ before, now often came close to ‘certainty’ on a regular basis. New unlearned workers were the ones worse off, in every three of them one didn’t even survive their first year term.
We filed complaints and demanded improvements to our workings conditions, but if we got any response at all, we were put off with feeble excuses. Nothing changed and simply new workers were hired to replace the loss.

We started dying like flies, at an ever increasing rate. And nobody gave a damn.

Part Two - Remember May Day

… to be continued

Part Three - Counter-Imperialism

Part Four - ?

Part Five - Profit

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