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Heart of Silver
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Ongoing, First published Nov 21, 2017
On a dying Earth, only the smartest humans are allowed to move to a new planet known as Columbus. Everyone is given the chance to take the test, except for one person: a girl named Silver, who is unable to take the test due to rumours of her cheating by hacking the database while taking tests. Most people would find this impossible, except for one thing-

Silver is a cyborg.
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