Early morning outside the big box hardware store, the workers assemble like every day. Jose holds his cup of coffee in both hands to keep them warm. He nodded to another worker, a white man named Fred. They had always grouped by ethnicity before; the Latinos, the Jamaicans, the gringos. Now that would just have seemed silly.
The contractors always take the Igoru first. Why wouldn’t they? Ten feet tall, capable of lifting six times their mass, the Igoru are perfect laborers. And until the minimum wage law is changed to include nonhumans, they don’t have to pay them much…
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