It was nicely written and had some striking imagery, but it felt like an attempt to gore up and horror-ize "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas." I don't know that I found it wholly successful.
I liked it as a thinly-veiled metaphor for coal-mining, but I had a hard time buying into the devil's bargain on an emotional level. That's what made "Omelas" such a classic; the benefits are so lovely, so desirable, so patently worth almost any cost, and the price is so small, so easy to rationalize, that it succeeds in making the reader feel like they might not be one of the "ones who walk away," which is damned hard to do considering how firmly the brain grips its delusion that it is a good and righteous person who always does what is best and most morally upright. This story made it much easier to go, "Well, that's a horrible thing. I'd probably try to stop it, too, like that poor kid. That narrator just lost his gumption," and I think that weakened the impact. On the other hand, it's less of an indictment of the energy industry if the violations are smaller and easier to excuse. I suppose it's a question of whether the goal is to convict the audience or persuade them.