WILDER REACHED ARMPITS deep into the guts of a pulse emitter and slipped a wrench over a nut. She’d lost count of the times she’d serviced the Cerberus emitter and those at the other depots, but Cherry had asked her to carry out yet more maintenance checks on top of those carried out by the regular crew.
Wilder understood Cherry’s concern but the work bored her. It irked her too. Humans had lived on Concordia for a hundred and twelve Concordian years. They had spread across the planet’s surface to both of its continents. They had built roads and railway lines, schools and hospitals, factories and offices. They had built a new civilization. If that didn’t give them the right to call Concordia their home, she didn’t know what did. It seemed unfair that they were forced to go to this effort
