Starmine

On the subterranean mining moon of Tessarine, death is not an exit-it is an administrative balance sheet. Under the iron rule of the Logistics Directorate, fallen soldiers and laborers are reconstituted in industrial gestation vats, their shattered bodies pieced together with silicon substitutes, recycled metal, and synthetic tissue. But every rebirth demands a steep price: with each cycle through the brine, memories are systematically stripped away to ration scarce biological resources.

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