The Ark of Dawn
The Ark of Dawn Fifth Ark floated above the wasteland like a steel continent, and Evelyn Hart stood at her window on the forty-seventh deck, watching the perpetual dust storms roll across what used to be called the Midwest. She was twenty-nine years old and responsible for designing a society. Not the technical society—the engineers handled that. Not the resource allocation—the logistics...
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