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Out here in the accretion disc, making long orbits around the singularity, the only living souls are Circulari like yourself — lone operators of the great robotic mining fleets which ever feed our hunger for metal. Beware though, the lure of false kinship, for every gram which enters their factories is denied to ours. Harvest metal from the asteroid fields, collect the energy radiated by deorbiting waste, and deliver unto us what is rightfully ours — the feedstock of our civilisation.