Now most of the core was gone, devoured by ever-hungry industry. Dembowska Cartel lived within the crevasse, long plazas dropping level after level into the fading gravity, the gradient shifting until what were formerly walls became floors, until walls and floors vanished altogether into the closest thing to free-fall. At the crevasse’s base the world expanded into an enormous cavernous dugout, Dembowska’s hollow heart, where generations of mining drones had gnawed at the metal and the ores that held it.