Derringer looked out his window to see a bunch of Martians working on an assembly line. President William B. Hickley passed a federal law permitting those from Mars being able to seek employment for jobs on Earth. With work visas and insurance provided for five years, and many humans here on Earth are losing their own jobs because of it. Jobs they worked hard for over the course of many years to feed their families.
He gathered it must have been cheaper for employers to hire Martians than it was their own kind. After all, who was to say they would not make more money? There was doubt in his mind, however, the unemployment would be soon filled with people who not too long ago had well paying jobs. People who were able to provide for their families with ease, without too many problems. Until now…
Seated at the computer, he did not even know how to begin typing this story. All the stories he covered over the years in regards to Hickley and his dealing with Mars. Yet Derringer could not bring himself to write one word. Maybe it was the unemployment situation for humans. A situation that may not even be able to be reverse, under any circumstances. If so, it would most likely be after Hickley left office.
He could not help, but look out his office window. All those Martians who came over here and got to work at these jobs for free. While everyone here on Earth worked at these jobs for years, and still never got their due. It was this guilt that kept Derringer from writing the news report about all the hard workers who have been getting turned away. Something that ate away at him, and just would not stop.
Trying to type a few words, all he got out were the words…America’s work force, and this was it. The only words he got out whatsoever, he could not even squeeze out a story. Just a few words, and this was all the story amounted to. Derringer just sat there at the computer waiting for the words to come out, and his finger shook. as they reached for the keyboard. He could help it, he just could not bring himself to write any of this.
Derringer managed to get a few sentences out after taking a deep breath, and not focusing on what was going on outside. It took a lot for him to ignore it. Too much was screwing up around here, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. No one could stop Hickley, not a Senate or Congressional hearing. Nothing. It was no secret he may have had Senators and Congressmen paid off in huge sums.
He got a paragraph done. Often at this point, he was able to get a whole page done. Yet not this time, since he was so distracted by what was going on. The idea of humans on Earth having their jobs stolen by Martians was not a comforting idea. Not in the slightest. A lot of his friends used to be employed, but no longer. They had been replaced on the assembly line by extra terrestrials, or had their jobs outsourced Mars.
It was a painful thing for him to watch, but it was happening all over. The world got worse and worse every day. Hickley’s father had to make that deal with The Martians, and look at what it was now costing us. Freedom, employment, and just about everything. It was a lot to ask for, in fact, neither he nor anyone else asked for to begin with! Hickley just settled for honoring an old deal his father made, instead of sticking by what was right.
Once he focused on the article once more, he was able to write down a few more paragraphs. Almost a page complete, but yet he did not have the inner strength to continue at the moment. This whole ordeal was still bothering him, to some extent. The vertical line indenting the article and it’s next letter was blinking. His eyes were on that while he heard the sounds of aliens working in the background.
He saved the article, and got up from his desk to put on his jacket. Who could work under conditions like this? Derringer just settled for leaving his job, maybe it was one small thing he could get across to his editor. If his job was going to be outsourced or taken over by a Martian, why not do it now? He did not care one way or the other anymore. Derringer got the feeling his job was in danger either.