This isn’t where you think you’re going! I’m a former pilot, and it seems that I’ve finally died—but I was brought back to life not of my own will. The events of my biography are like a fog, but my past here is of no interest to anyone, while my future has already been mapped out for decades ahead. I rose from the dead, and I’m going to have to earn that privilege. There’s a contract where the soul is just a resource. But there’s nothing to do about it—I’ll have to work with what I’ve got. The Imperial Academy remains only in painful memories; now I’m a crew member on a trading starship. It seems a new page of my biography has been turned…