Brauen's Mine

By Martin Wilsey

Life on an asteroid mine was far from exciting. It wasn't even that dangerous anymore due to the level of automation.

At least it wasn't dangerous before he arrived...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Martin Wilsey
• Release date: Apr 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781945994609

Martin Wilsey

Martin Wilsey is a full time author, hunter, photographer, rabble rouser, father, friend, marksman, story teller, frightener of children, carnivore, engineer, fool, philosopher, cook and madman. He and his wife Brenda live in Virginia with their two cats.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Brauen’s Mine

Copyright © 2019 Tannhauser Press

A Solstice 31 Saga Short Story

All rights reserved. This book, or any part thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher.

Brauen’s Mine Copyright © 2019 Martin Wilsey.

Published by Tannhauser Press

www.tannhauserpress.com

Fredericksburg, VA 22407

Cover Design by Martin Wilsey

Copyediting by Donna Royston and S.C. Megale

Dedicated to:

Lorelei Rene Brauen, RIP

Brauen’s Mine

"As we look back at the origins, contributing factors, and influences of the AI wars, we need to understand the subtle beginnings of various milestones, in this case, the large causite discovery, the TULSA 471 and Brauen’s Mine, later known as GORIS BASE during the War."

—Blue Peridot, Historian

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This isn’t going to be a problem, is it? Nash said, from his seat in the Ops Center. Brauen rolled her eyes before replying over her comm link.

Relax, Nash. Brauen steered the grav-cart through the asteroid mine at breakneck speed. He’s a corporate engineer specialist in mining mechs, not an auditor. He’s just coming to get the mech back up and running. The massive vault ramp almost made the grav-cart lose control. Those things are so complicated, they don’t want us touching them.

It’s the Corporate part that makes me nervous. She could hear Nash shift in his seat. "You just can’t