The Stellar Trade
In the Neon District of Sector 7, air was not a right; it was a commodity. I stood in the queue at the Oxygen Exchange, clutching a handful of "Life-Credits." Around me, the crowd was a sea of grey faces and hacking coughs. Above us, the gargantuan spires of the Trade Corporations pierced the smog, their holographic advertisements promising "Pure Alpine Air" for those who could afford the...
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