Reunification
Reunification posted in Star*Drive forum comment posted by uncle_jimbo Or
musicians? Warning, implied violence, also corrosion to any belief you may hold in human decency. I won't use it as directly as I first thought, but there's some connection.
So I want something else profoundly and visibly unnatural, mediated by anomalously advanced off-world digital technology.
It's most inefficient to have to train a skilled worker over a lifetime, losing all the years of development before complex skills and mature work habits have fully formed, then more years of likely mental and physical deterioration, before the whole mucky business collapses completely and goes into the crematory. Something ought to be done.
"Eleven days of evasion. I have detected inflammation along my circuits on inner arms and neck. My species has a more acute need for certain common nutrients than humans. A medical facility should carry the necessary supplements."
The holographic depiction shows the apparent scooter parked by a wall of fly-ash bricks, indirectly orange-lit, as slim hands make quick work of a nondescript door. Perspective slides through drywalled internal corridors. An attendant pushes a gurney past with a sheet mostly covering the form of a fit-looking woman, without obvious injuries. A tattoo on one arm looks familiar from Antalla's earlier footage of urban scenes. "The organisation of this area puzzles me. Its function may be other than apparent."
An interior door ahead at first seems to lead into a small shared office. The three individuals inside, two girls and a boy, are surely too young, below even school age, with soft skin, floppy hair and big alert eyes. Their keyboards are too wide for the length of their arms, with letters too small for their fine motor control. The workers have adapted as best they can, showing some ingenuity with chopsticks and duct tape. Complex information scrolls down the displays, apparently arrest and interrogation records.
A velvety padding and close warmth alerts the protagonist to whirl and face a big, mean-featured, dark brown dog, heavy jaws almost at her shoulder. He's probably declawed, to be so quiet.
"You shouldn't have seen this," the dog says.| Author |
| "The society regards a security and attack breed as a different creature, the term always separate." |
The local word might be
mastÃn.
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