They stripped them of everything: their memories, their names, even life itself—and forced them to work like convicts on a forgotten-by-God planet. “Colonists,” “pioneers”—those words sounded nice, but in reality, if they all died out here in the desert, no one would really grieve. After all, for the rest of humanity they had long been dead… once. Thirty-three people, thirty-three bitter fates. Yet their deaths were not in the plans of those who carried out this inhuman project—at least not until the time when the newly colonized planets of the “Grim Triangle,” in defiance of the Galactic Federation, would officially be incorporated into the Union of Six Planets. But life got involved in this terrible process and turned events completely in another direction. And the living had to answer for their deeds to the dead…