In self-imposed exile, even with a beloved pet, a person can go slowly mad from loneliness. The world is lush, perfect for colonies. The first colonists to come down? A boat-load of GOOD luckers. Bad luck doesn't stand a chance.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03192-h283-a-bad-luckers-best-friend -- Anon Guest
In all the universe, there is a form of balance. For good luck, there is also bad luck. And, as many Humans know, some people have all the luck.
Those people are called Luckers.
Lucker Phy had the worst kind of bad luck. Everything she loved and held dear came to a horrible end. Except her gengineered pet, Porgy. The Mycojelly Dog was literally made to be immortal, as well as balancing out Phy's personal luck field.
All that said, exile is not always good for the psyche.
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