Orbital Blues: Chega de Saudade

"I want to see the golden shores of my old home, feel its warm sands on my feet, hear the bittersweet melodies, the ones sang to me in bedtime stories by sobbing workers. Day and night the people of Tradis station toil away, forced to clean the planet-side wasteland that the corp calls the “future of living.” We are tired, angry and dying. We have nostalgia for a home that is unknown to us. This …