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I wiped the blood from my eyes and looked up at the viewing pods. Somewhere behind that one-way glass, the Oligarch was deciding my fate. Would I be promoted to Vol 30? Scrapped for parts? Or sold to a mining colony as a broken toy?

Survivor.

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The bell didn't ring. In the Crucible, a light flashed—deep red—and then the gravity shifted sideways. I was suddenly running up a wall that had become the floor. 892 stumbled, its mass working against it. I didn't have mass. I had momentum and desperation. I wiped the blood from my eyes and