[ WP ] You missed the last spaceship leaving earth

`` Wait!'' George yelled, waving his hands in the air, trying to keep his bag from flopping off his shoulder. He was dead certain the driver was laughing at him in the rearcam display while his bled the throttle into upward trajectory. 
 
 He kicked a BioBoost can off the sidewalk and into the street, then collapsed on the bench at the station. 
 
 `` Fuuuccckkk!'' 
 
 George buried his face in his hands and grimaced at the ground. A putrid steam billowed from the sewer near him and he took one sniff of it and began to vacate the area. 
 
 `` Sir. Pick up that trash you threw into the streets.'' Said a black tactical-armor clad soldier, hiding behind a tinted face mask. `` We may be the one's left here deal with things, but we are n't savages. Pick up that trash sir.'' 
 
 He leaned over and retrieved the can. `` No we are n't the savages. We were left behind by the savages.'' George said, so only he could hear. He walked back to the bench and tossed the can into a disposal unit. 
 
 `` Thank you sir. Have good day.'' The soldier said, and walked down the street. 
 
 `` Yeah. Have a good day to you too!'' George yelled, when the soldier was ( hopefully ) out of earshot. He held up a ticket, printed with electronic ink that glimmered in the evening streetlights. `` Have a good day you dumb ingrate!'' 
 
 George sat on the sidewalk, holding the ticket in his hand. Printed along the top is a logo that looks like a collapsed representation of a 3d dodecahedron. Its a first class boarding pass for Deca-Inter-Transit. He crumpled it in his hands and tossed it over his shoulder toward the trash can. It missed, bouncing off the side. 
 
 An identical black armor clad soldier walked out of the steamy street. `` Sir, pick up that piece of trash and deposit it in the receptacle. We may have been left on planet to deal with things, but we are not savages.'' 
 
 George looked up at the soldier, and let a primal scream release, tensing all the muscles in his body. 
 
 The driver of the Deca-Inter-Transit shuttle radioed to control, `` Base, we are on route, one passenger short. No show.'' He smirked.
