Our family were prospectors, we’d travelled galaxies for years trying to find good mineral deposits. There were all kinds of interstellar laws about laying claims in occupied solar systems, but my dad was a gambler. His guess what that the earlthings would destroy their planet within the next ten cycles.

Tags: mini saga, Science fiction

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