The Moon Is Pissed

In fairness, there has been provocation (prompted flash fiction: moon, data, human)

Moody brought it to me. I guess you could call it an idea.

“It’s pissed,” he said, storming into my office. The door was open, and I don’t stand on ceremony, but a courtesy knock would have been nice. I was in charge, after all.

“What is?”

“The moon.” He appeared to be serious.