http://www.drabblecast.org/2014/06/18... Call her Anlic. The first time she woke, she was in the ruins of an abandoned gravity mine. At first the Community had chased around the outer strata of the great gloomy structure. But at last, close to the core, they reached a cramped ring. Here the central black hole’s gravity was so strong that light itself curved in closed orbits. Part of Phase Space: Stories From the Manifold and Elsewhere. Nomitated for Hugo Award for Best Short Story in 2001.