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LY C E U M
O P E N
H A N D
John slumps.
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An uncanny thing to someone outside the
Constellation: All of the children are the
same, only at different ages. An ordered
brood fifteen years in waiting.
Perhaps.
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The body contains all manner of
contradictions, no matter how deep you
tune it. No matter how elegant your bespoke
enzymes, how accurate your edits, how
complete your total genomic map. A person
is more than meat; and yet that is all we are.
Observe:
M. Teacher, whose body is frail and needs
exoaugmentation to move, and rest even
from that. This decaying coordination of
cells and chemical impulses holds his mind,
a blade whose edge is ten thousand
kilometers long. Whose favor, even as his life
fades, demands favors.
Observe:
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Observe:
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“Guns down,” the Midnight says. “Where is
the Product?”
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The voice
Wakes you
From a
Dream.
The voice wakes you from a dream.
Bronzegreen light and soft grass.
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The man’s voice drifts into a mewl, and he
does not resist.
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and fire blind into the mass of humanity.
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a thumb towards you and says “This guy
huh? A real joker.”
Roosevelt laughs.
“Hellyeahfuckingright, hellyeah
crackaskull,” Roosevelt says, over and over.
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against his shield, some ancient thug, and –
“Roosevelt, no!”
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The voice wakes you from a dream.
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“Pandemonium” Roosevelt says. “The
Line.”
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You’re third out from the APC with real guns
this time.
Why?
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You earned your place in the stack: 5. Dead
last. Topfloor. Your head hurts.
Blue Eyes.
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It was
Nighttime
Aboard the
Open Hand,
Save for a skeleton crew awake to satisfy
cycling regulations, the bulk of the organic
personnel were still under stasis.
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can see you spitting on my display.”
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walked through the ship’s fresh food
inventory with the head cook — they
counted the fresh citrons, loaded not three
days prior to their most recent departure.
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“Four hours ago.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Cool.”
Keeper smiled.
John smiled.
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“That’s really weird,” John said. “Can I get
another slice of cake?”
Horrible.
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body of a local subaltern. Behind them, a
retinue of guards, attaches, and
functionaries followed in a wide delta of
similarly lumbering, suited people.
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“Perfect,” John said, sweeping past them
into the shuttle. “Don’t tell me about it until
we’re outside of Ul-sin-whatever’s local
space.”
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“It’s like they never want you to come
back,” Maggie said, voice low.
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They reached Yivny-Boldampur and found
no war there; there was no Yivny-
Boldampur.
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the steady clicking of John’s integrated
radiation meter.
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Edwin grunted. “Us. They declared their
independence from the Purview. Steward
Council disagreed.”
“Does it matter?”
“Colonel?”
“Unless?”
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Visor to visor, the ruins of Yivny-Boldampur
dropped away. Only smooth clearplate and
the air in their helms separated the two
men.
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I was made to be a good steward.
– JCH.III, Ageless
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