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Jax smirked. "Because it made the rich obsolete. Why buy a diamond when you can print one? Why mine rare earths when you can assemble them from carbon? The Guilds had it outlawed. Said it 'destabilized resource economics.' Really, it just destabilized their monopolies."

The xTool wasn't malfunctioning. It was interpreting .

Jax grinned. "How false?"

For two hours, Mila worked. The ship hummed. Lights flickered. At 0347 ship time, she hit the final command. The xTool's screen glowed a soft amber. A prompt appeared: [Repack complete. No leash. Awaiting input.]

Mila shook her head. "It's a fabricator, not a fabber. It needs schematics. And we don't have any. We're sitting ducks." xtool repack

"Unidentified hauler, you are in possession of restricted technology. Surrender it and stand by for boarding."

It was a key. Old, brass-colored, with an ornate, asymmetrical head. Jax smirked

Mila loaded a cartridge of raw carbon slurry—the xTool's "ink." She input the schematic for a simple M8 hex bolt. The machine hummed, a soft, melodic chime. A soft blue light bathed the chamber. Thirty seconds later, the printer bay hissed open.