The Golden Master
Who pays for the light? Setsuko Nakamura stood in the wind-turbine nacelle, the dry cold of the mid-voyage biting through her uniform. She was forty-two, a sergeant in the colony’s security charter, and she had twenty-four hours left on her shift before she could retire to the infirmary. Her mother was dying. The berth mortgage on the generation ship was due, and the interest compounded daily,...
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