On its first night,

first night, students and workers from Mode City

pulsed through the Baucus Biotech Recreational District,

like hungry blood cells, finally able to

devour the nutrients and proteins they'd only seen in the Norovans.

Above them, the so-called pleasure dome, a suggestive energetic pink, blasted out imported vibrancy.

This was the trade Sinner Twelt had made.

His opponent said that he'd sold the planet out. His mentors called him arrogant.

His workers doubted that their young leader had their interest at heart, but he did.

And he silenced his own doubt with the fact that the people of service to had dug themselves out from under a divine once.

A couple of civilians from the diaspora with good connections were nothing in comparison.

And they brought opportunity. Their world will not be

the provincial joke it was when he was born on it. It would have culture, it would have a

reputation. There would be a way forward.

And so, Sinner Twelt bought his opponents.

He disavowed his mentors and silenced the workers who dared speak out.

He took the bastardized name the outsiders used for him, but in exchange he found a new name for the planet.

It couldn't be service to anymore. Instead, September.

And he felt relieved when the outsider took it as her name, too,

and relieved further when the contracts came,

and the shopping centers and the new streets and the university.

But now, in the light of that gaudy dome he

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