Satatron was on the periphery of the galaxy they had partially colonized. Or at least that’s what they told me. Rows and rows of dormitories as far as the eye could see. I got to change my name and my body.
“Yo, anyone in there? Zeta?”
“Go away Chez, not in the mood.”
“Aite, but you here about the class N on its way? Our ticket outta here!”
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