The air recyclers on Asteroid 447-C had been making a sound like a dying animal for three weeks. Marla Kowalski had learned to ignore it, which was the first skill of a good miner: the ability to tune out anything that couldn't be fixed immediately.
She was three hundred feet below the surface, inside a recycling unit the size of a shuttle cockpit, when her radio crackled. It was the weekly communique from the expedition team. "Petrov reports discovery of crystalline structures on the surface that may be artificial in origin. Further analysis ongoing. Team planning surface excavation for next cycle." Marla finished tightening the last bolt...
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