Tuesday, October 31, 2017

The Myth of Trust


The vein tapped, Anuba pouches the vial; warm against his cool skin.
Electra had been clear in her intent: get the fucking goods or get out of the game she said.
The Xmitter kicks in and Anuba feels the familiar but never comfortable jolt as his being is reduced to atomic data and belted across the universe to be reprinted at Destiny.
Three days later, on the cusp of a hostile intervention, daggers drawn and all synapses blazing, Anuba feels the kick and knows he’s been found out.
Electra feeds him the writ and withdraws all privaleges. Anuba finds himself back in the Encrypt with pixel-dust dissolving on the permacrete floor and a cold, cold wind blowing through the great big holes in his mind.


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