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Cinderella's Spaceship

Rafaela grew up in the Cinder Sector of the outer belts, an isolated region that her step mother and step sisters can't bear. She's eligible to enter the Prince's race, if she can get her mother's old scout ship repaired in time, but she also needs to discover what her mother really left behind. Prince Brendan needs to catch a bride that he can trust. He was born with Corporate records written into his genes in a Solar System brewing with political strife. He bets his future on a race, but will he find out what this Cinder girl's family is tangled up in? With interstellar travel still confined below the speed of light, the vast majority of humanity now carries the extra pair of chromosomes packed with an inheritance of genetic memories. Those who don't carry the extra genes have been disregarded for centuries. Humanity needs to let go of the past in order to expand their future. Will a young woman, a young man, and a dragon be able to forge a brighter future between two stars? Cover redesigned by Bloom759, face based off Artflow.ai generation. --- On hold because I'm getting the shattered shunt removed finally! (The list of possible complications is a bit scary, but not compared to living with my brain fluid leaking out.)

gusdefrog · 科幻言情
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223 Chs

C: One Chance

Rafaela wasted precious minutes listening to her ship's core explain how it had been able to detect that they were even moving, let alone "launched" as it had described. 

"The original core has many more inbuilt devices, such as a small gyroscope and even an internal radiation meter," Sys20si informed her rather enviously.

Being unplugged from its ship and disconnected from any networks should have left both cores basically blind. The fact that the old core had actually contained such measuring devices as part of its core unit made her even more suspicious about just what kind of scout it had been originally. She eyed the bulkier, somewhat dull, and scruffed surface of the reassembled old core warily and then looked at the shiny silver surface of the newer core with disapproval.

"Nevermind that," she said shortly. "How much longer would it take if we stop the archiving when we reach the end of my mother's history with the old core?"