The Cold Dark. That’s what the scavengers, fringers, mercenaries, and smugglers on the edges of civilization call outer space. When you’re out there, surrounded by a frigid, ebon blanket of nothing, shot through with countless pinpricks of light, the universe stops caring about your health, your job, even if you live or die. That is, if it ever cared to begin with.
Since the war ended,... [click here for more]