Then there’s pirates.

Dust smugglers. They pick up black beacons when they see them. A doomed man is a loyal man.

I didn’t believe a word of it. Space is so vast, chance of a radio beacon being anywhere close to another ship is impossible. They were looking for me.

Tags: mini saga, Science fiction

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