A story based on @xpilar's digital image: Slime game.

Standing in front of the viewing glass of the cabin of the star destroyer, Captain Stewart stroked the pocket of his tunic, near the heart, where he lay a neatly folded work contract for 150 star cycles.

Since the discovery of the planet Slime, work has become the most desirable and most valuable thing a person can dream of.

He watched as the ships moored to the dock of the spaceport and patiently waited for his turn to release the steering wheel and transfer control to the helmsman...

• Sir! Allow me to speak, Sir!

Stuart stopped his thoughts and turned around.

In the doorway of the cabin stood a short, young man, heavily smeared with engine oil.

• Allow me, what brought you to me on the captain's bridge?

• “Sir, Junior Engineer’s Assistant Engineer Krue, Sir!”

• Yes, I remember your resume, speak.

• Sir, I have served three stellar cycles on the ship and am asking for my leave, Sir!

• Vacation?... Of course, vacation, muttered the captain and again looked towards the cargo dock.

• Son, come here, closer.

Crewe took a few timid steps and approached the captain.

• Cru, tell me, what do you see behind this glass?

The guy looked towards the captain's index finger, which was pointed at a huge, green, jelly-like creature, the upper part of which vaguely resembled the shape of a human body, which hovered over the port and carried out some kind of manipulation.

• Sir, I see green jelly and a line of docked ships, Sir!

• Yes, you're right, this is, as you said, jelly, this is a native of the planet Slime, our helmsman and many more.

• The greatest happiness for people with Slime is the knowledge of new industries and a new job without giving up their previous job, they are able to perform millions of operations at the same time, controlling them with the help of mental energy.
  Work for them is the most exciting game.

• Have you seen the ghetto, the reservation on the outskirts of the port?

• Yes, Sir, the dregs of society live there, Sir!

• No, this is not so, these are former port workers, dock workers and dispatchers, accountants and personnel department employees, who, by the way, arranged vacations for everyone who wanted to relax, now they are all behind the wall of life and without a livelihood.
  Three million employees of the port were fired with the advent of this green guy, only those who signed a contract for several generations in time remained.
  You knew that?

• No, Sir, serving on your ship is my first raid.

• Remind me what you do?

• Sir, it's my job to maintain the three nuts on the bottom pan of the power plant, which are constantly unscrewed due to the vibration of the power plant, Sir!

• Tell me, Crew, if that slug is asking the Admiralty to build seven hundred extra starship docks, because he gets bored when he can’t unleash his full potential, can he keep himself busy with your nuts?

• Sir, let me go!

• On vacation?

• No, Sir, to my nuts, Sir, I can't live without them, their path in the bolt spiral, this is the best path of my life, Sir!

Stuart was left alone on the captain's bridge and stood for a long time and watched how gradually the world around him turned into a toy for the green slime.

Author of the story and editing of the original photo @barski.

Based on digital art made by @xpilar.