They were deprived of everything: memory, names, life itself - and forced to work like convicts on a godforsaken planet. Colonists, pioneers - it only sounded nice, but in reality, if they all died here in the desert, no one would be particularly sorry. After all, for the rest of humanity they have already died a long time ago... one day. Thirty-three people, thirty-three bitter destinies. However, their death was not part of the plans of those who carried out this inhumane project, at least until the newly colonized planets of the Sinful Triangle, in defiance of the Galactic Federation, officially became part of the Union of Six Planets. But life intervened in this terrible process and turned events in a completely different direction. And the living had to answer for their deeds before the dead...