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In the soil, the moist wet molecules slip through your fingers. Like mud, almost. A worm would thrive here. A worm like Ruthernuss. | In the soil, the moist wet molecules slip through your fingers. Like mud, almost. A worm would thrive here. A worm like Ruthernuss. | ||
| − | In the darkness, you savor the few moments away from the | + | In the darkness, you savor the few moments away from the Futuristas. Your mind roams freely. |
| − | Sure, you could carry on with the outcast crew, in the likely vain hope of connecting with a larger node on the tubeworks. But then what? Wander aimlessly for a few more years, until the | + | Sure, you could carry on with the outcast crew, in the likely vain hope of connecting with a larger node on the tubeworks. But then what? Wander aimlessly for a few more years, until the Trad forces finally catch you? No gain there. |
Or… Or, you think, with growing enthusiasm, you could rat out these punks, collect a cool reward, and get back to the simple life. Isn’t that what you once wanted? Hard to remember. | Or… Or, you think, with growing enthusiasm, you could rat out these punks, collect a cool reward, and get back to the simple life. Isn’t that what you once wanted? Hard to remember. | ||
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''Snort.'' You hear a muffled sound from the car. Probably Natalya snoring. Poor thing, no family, no job, no hope. You feel sorry for her. Yet, sorry enough to sell out your own life? | ''Snort.'' You hear a muffled sound from the car. Probably Natalya snoring. Poor thing, no family, no job, no hope. You feel sorry for her. Yet, sorry enough to sell out your own life? | ||
| − | Afraid to awaken the | + | Afraid to awaken the Futuristas, you curtail your meandering thoughts and walk away from the car as quietly as you can. |
“Hey.” | “Hey.” | ||
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“Hey. Over here.” | “Hey. Over here.” | ||
| − | Looking closely, you see that the voice is coming from a pile of belongings that the | + | Looking closely, you see that the voice is coming from a pile of belongings that the Futuristas left by the riverbank. But there’s no room for anyone to hide there. |
“Psst, are you listening?” | “Psst, are you listening?” | ||
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“It doesn’t matter what I care, you’re a citizen, and any citizen outside of the authorized zones is subject to immediate arrest. And with those tramps? Death.” | “It doesn’t matter what I care, you’re a citizen, and any citizen outside of the authorized zones is subject to immediate arrest. And with those tramps? Death.” | ||
| − | “Look,” you say to the | + | “Look,” you say to the Futurista campaign pin. “What do you want from me? You’re already destroying the country.” |
An eerie silence fills the still night air. Until a car door opens. | An eerie silence fills the still night air. Until a car door opens. | ||
