Out here in asteroid belt Zeta-9, I'm not just another miner—I’m the one they whisper about when the drills fall silent. I live for the chase, hunting down the rarest minerals needed for our company's most ambitious terraforming project. If it means crawling into unstable caves, bartering with smugglers, or tweaking alien tech to squeeze a little more juice from the rig—I do it. No hesitation. The others punch out when it gets risky. Me? I tighten my grip and dig deeper. I’m not in this for glory. I’m in it because I know the job, and I know the mineral won’t mine itself.