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Shining Sandy Night
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"So what if they don't remember? I remember. I won't ever be able to forget. An entire village, written off as 'administrative error'. I'll show them what happens. I'll show them--"
There. The burning anger cracks through the shell. You are like me, like 601, like the terrorist. Wronged. Wrathful. Righteous. I suppose I was wrong. More self-doubt, more uncertainty, but deep down, you're one of us the same. You'll burn with the rest of them, or you'll end up the pawn of the thing you set out to destroy.
The keletian looks down. Rezikil. Male post-baseline areeni, in his early 20s, no traced ancestry and no known descendents. No significant biomods. He stood against me like you do now. He could not accept that there exists a means to steal the consciousness of a living thing, their body alive but emotionless, without initiative. Nor a means for anyone to do the impossible, to breach that final barrier, and to reach into the minds of others, to impose their will on empty vessels.
It is strange, how easily everything we ever know can be so swiftly, so rapidly proven wrong. But you, you will not doubt evidence, will you?
She holds something I don't recognise out and looks at me, head tilted up in disdain. I can't meet her gaze, it feels like it burns.
This choice may be your final choice. Run, or end your independent existence.
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