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... tic level.
No, even that trace of nostalgia wouldn’t exist for me. My ancestor’s ancestor wasn’t even from Earth.
My people and I are of the bloodline of a desolate exile planet called Arc. To survive in an environment barren and far from life, the forebears of the Empire chose augmentation through prosthetics as their means of adaptation.
……I'm rambling, Luka.
Earth, Arc—no, that’s not what’s important right now.
The cradle of modern humanity is Planet No ...
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