There will be a Future - Vierlande Prison Station - Hoffnung.

[Enkidu]

Riehl thumbed up the communicator, winking the sleep-dust out of her coagulated eyes.


"Sorka - you aboard? Katya? Anybody?" She lazed over the stationwide channel. "Arbeiter code five three seven eight two Lima. It's Riehl." She coughed into the back of her hand. Damn it. She was soaked. There were a fresh set of overalls in the utility closes two decks behind her. Sourcing them would be a ghoul.

Subject matter. You're trailing off.

"Yeah, we've got unmarked containers balling up in the service hangars. If the quartermaster's order is right - and, crap, it might be - they're metal presses, sintering units, chipboard writers, semiconducter layers. Basically everything you need to build stuff, plus ten thousand long tonnes of manifold metal - could be anything in there. That any use to any of you?"

Plan. There had been a plan. Now there was no plan - other than the consistent awareness that the prison, massive as it was, was little more than a pressure-leaking, battle-damaged box, unsuited to life. It had been a cage by design. Now, it was a cage with missing bars. Every cell had their own ideas as to how to morph the ancient vault into a habitat. Not everyone agreed.

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