غلاف قصة 2095 بقلم Airtide_Hernandez
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Mars was advertised by Nasa to be colonized enough for a large population by the human race. Those with the resources and connections to travel there via rockets. Those that couldn't afford the tickets stayed behind, trying to make something out of what was left to them, with the major important things taken on the rockets. Those that are left either long for community, safety, or power, but Vim only wants the first two. He could achieve that goal, but what is he willing to do, or rather not do, to achieve it?
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