My name is 0507. At least, that’s what my robotic wardens call me. I’m stuck in a prison operated by the Outer Ring Company, an interstellar mining corporation that hops from world to world, draining planets of their resources. And to them, a number is all anyone needs: simple, clean, universal identification.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://waypoint.vice.com/en_us/article/bj9gqv/falcon-age-review