“Come spend some time at the Triple Seven Casino and Luxury
Resort Planet! Maybe you’ll get lucky!”
No matter what corner of the galaxy you called home, in
every station, every port, every place where there were either rules allowing
advertising or just no rules at all, there was one of the Triple Seven Bimbots,
standing in a corner, encouraging you to come over and book a surprisingly
affordable trip to the planet. And it was true, when you went, you could get
lucky.
When you were turned into a Bimbot, you might get sent
somewhere where you weren’t vandalized…
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