"Turn it off," Kira ordered, her hand on her sidearm.
For the third week, the economy of both corporations collapsed. When a resource is infinite, it becomes worthless. The Generals could no longer pay their troops. Mercenaries laughed at the offer of "unlimited Crystals." What good was a mountain of fuel if there was nothing to buy? "Turn it off," Kira ordered, her hand on her sidearm
Back at the Armada stronghold, she fed the first handful of infinite Crystals into the foundry. The effect was instantaneous. A Viking tank that should have taken a day to repair was rebuilt in thirty seconds. A Railgun that had no ammo suddenly glowed with a full capacitor. The Generals could no longer pay their troops
Then the distress signal came. Not from a soldier, but from a civilian—an old quantum physicist named Dr. Aris Thorne, who had been presumed dead for a decade. The effect was instantaneous
Kira stood on the observation deck, watching the Generator in the distance. It was still humming. Still pouring out its endless blue bounty. But her tanks were rusting. Her soldiers had deserted to become miners and merchants. Frontier had disbanded entirely.