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[penthius]

There's no place like home. There are a lot of cliches surrounding that idea. It's the place where they have to drag you back! It's where you'll find out who you really are, after leaving to find yourself and only eventually coming back. It's the place that you'll look for for the rest of your days. What most people don't talk about outside the context of family is that it's the place that has a certain kind of people, the kind you grew up, the kind who act in ways that you can predict without having to stop and think about it and second-guess. I grew up on the Mining Station 4201, and those of you who were reading the newsfeeds about twenty years ago are probably wincing now. Yes, that one. The one that the terrorists blew up as an opening strike. How many casualties was it? Lots. Lots and lots. Well, we fought that war, found their home base, and destroyed it before I was 17. Don't expect that to cheer me up. As far as I'm concerned, all that means is that we murdered another whole bunch of people, same as they did to us. I saw the victory vids before the admin got smart and cleaned them up. There were bodies of kids and noncombatants in there, too, same as at 4201.

Inspiration: "Low Place Like Home" - Sneaker Pimps
Story potential: Medium
Notes: Meanwhile, all mining's become automated, so how to go about recreating home?