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The steady hum of the life sport system was drumming in the back of my head. It's been there just about as long as I can remember. Be it from a suit for leaving the station, or on an expedition to one of the hundreds of space stations orbiting around my home planet of Neptune. This time, it's coming from my matinence suit. Yes, I'm only 17. Yes I know you have to be at least 19 to be on the matinence teams. No I don't care. No, neither does the Neptunian council. Being in the outer rings means money is hard to get. People are even more so.
Today was transport day. Tomorrow, recruiting day. These transports are my only way out of here, but also the most risky thing to do maintenance on. They are all old, practically ancient. There were more things wrong with them then there were right. Yay for outer ring shit that doesn't work. The planetarian council seems we forget we exist. They insist that we need to expand and search, but they forget that here in the outer rings, that most of us are starving. That's why I have to fix up this transport. To leave. To join the resistance. I can't let this stupidity last any longer.
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The Omega's Dawn
Science FictionAn epic collaboration with lcdawnbreaker In the distant future the world's are at piece. Earth lhas been cleansed, lunar stations built on every moon in the solar system. Every planet inhabited. The ratio of the population on the planet's similar to...
