All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury
Came across this short story while trying to remember I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison. It’s another dystopian short story, though without any AI.
Shorter than I would have expected, and ends abruptly for emphasis.
This imagery stood out to me
It was a nest of octopi, clustering up great arms of fleshlike weed, wavering, flowering in this brief spring. It was the color of rubber and ash, this jungle, from the many years without sun. It was the color of stones and white cheeses and ink, and it was the color of the moon.
Hard to imagine living in such a place. I’m glad Elon’s vision is focused on Mars instead.