The Last Data-Runner – Microfiction
Wai’s accusation was over his shoulder again. Would it finally catch up to him?
Wai’s accusation was over his shoulder again. Would it finally catch up to him?
A child soldier in an endless war faces a big day. It all starts with Alarm.
Always the worst shifts, we got. First in, last out… that’s how it was. My bones, they felt like the cracked ground, dust hard and sore. Terminus wore you down, see? Even breathing hurt sometimes. But what else could we do? This… this was home. Sort of. Unity, they didn’t understand that. Their boots, too…
The day that Borders knife gleamed under the false starlight was the day I knew freedom was a lie, and I’d burn for wanting it. They told me the blade was a gift from the “vecchio”, meant to carve out our future. Said the starlight it drank would blind my enemies, give us the edge…
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