He lived under the shadow of the ring. When he looked up, he could see the blinking lights of the orbital as the elites went about their days.
He lived in a twilight wasteland. He worked in the gravel fields that had once been mountains, pulverized and mined out of materials.
Someday, he told himself, he would make it to the ring. He just had to work hard enough and be good enough. If he made the right choices and greased the right palms, he could live among the stars.
And that’s when he would bring it all crashing down.

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