Istvan and Jensi Sato had always lived in the Mariner Valley compound, the poorest dome of the poor planet of Vinduaga. Living in the slums every day with only their mother to support them, they never had the proper food or the shelter or the education. Jensi had always been the glue of the family, keeping his mother and his brother from teetering over the edge of extreme poverty. He always supported his family in all their endeavours, becoming the man of the house. Istvan, on the other hand, had always been a bit freakish, a little bit off, obsessed with numbers and patterns, prone to sudden episodes of rage and paranoia. His mannerisms were strange and his thinking was even stranger. He noticed the shapes that nobody else saw, he figured out the patterns that nobody else recognized. It w