Seed Chain
The year was twenty one eighty seven and the stars had become addresses. Humanity had spread across the solar system like a spill, from the copper-colored mines of Mercury to the ice cities of Neptune, and in that spread, the original Earth had become a memory, a blue marble in photographs and a ghost in the dreams of people who had been born under artificial suns and breathed recycled air and...
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