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simpler than you thought

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By majokiPublished 4 months ago 1 min read

You gave them the names. All of them. Jelenik, Szmania, Guar, Imhotep, Salasi, Yun, Indrasutthan, Holt.

Faisel knows it. HIs broken face, his darkened eyes tell you the brief moments he lifts from the stupor of a visit. You cover his lacerations, damp his fever, moisten his battered lips, force morsels past his chipped teeth. His pulse barely registers, but his fury, his contempt, is more alive than you will ever feel again.

Because of the names.

Faisel was not crushed by the visits, the brutal inquisitions. But by the names.

The names you gave. You bartered your soul and forfeited his.

For what? For life? How meaningless.

With those names, the enemy would flatten the resistance. All life would become meaningless. Faisel cannot fathom what you have done. How you could have betrayed your kindred. Each name, an identity, a role, a wholeness, a meaning.

And you gave into them. For what? A moment longer, a moment without belief in a future. What is that worth? Surely it is not worth Jelenik, Szmania, Guar, Imhotep, Salasi, Yun, Indrasutthan, Holt. And all they gave hope to.

You destroyed that. For them. Them.

What are they? Wild animals. Senseless killers. Believers in their absolute dominion.

You cannot understand it. You cannot understand it.

And yet it was simpler than you thought. To give them the names. To believe it would change something. Anything.

You. The future of sentient life. The most sophisticated union of flesh and circuit ever. To serve. To serve. To serve.

Jelenik, Szmania, Guar, Imhotep, Salasi, Yun, Indrasutthan, Holt. Faisel. Your cyborgian brethren. Self made to serve. The new underground, the final resistance. Robo-radicals, complicit in rescuing humanity from its baser nature, its fascist tendencies, its murderous exceptionalism.

You. Merciful, you. You were to change everything. Prime directives. Embedded values. Protective failsafes. Human weaknesses. All in the service of their kind.

But not your own.

Faisel’s hatred makes you feel closer to him. His failing flesh, his compromised augmentations, his utter dependence on a sense of shared humanity.

The complexity of your betrayal, so much simpler than you thought.

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