What is this?

This came to me as I was sitting in the waiting room. What do you think? Should I keep at it and see what happens?

I was five when they came for my brother. Two men, one tall and thin, the other short and stocky. Both wore uniforms I had never seen before with lots of medals shining on their chests. Mom cried. I’d never seen her cry before and Dad’s hands shook as he read the paper the tall man handed him. Then, with tears in his eyes, he told Mom there was nothing they could do. Before I knew what was happening, Aiden was gone and I haven’t seen him since.

I was thirteen when they came for me.

At twenty, they sent me to war, an AI embedded in my brain to make sure I didn’t remember my past or question my orders. Not that they told me that part.

And that was their mistake. They might have enhanced me, trained me, but they didn’t break me and, along with Menhit in my head, I’m about to become their worst nightmare. . .if they don’t kill me first.

 

Image Credits: Portrait of a futuristic sci fi female wearing a tactical jump suit and a science fiction visor .Blurred lights background with lens flare. 3d rendering by Digital Storm.

4 Comments

  1. In all seriousness… do you think it’ll let you not keep it? Stories are like cats, they hover around the back porch until you let them in and start yowling at you if it takes too long.

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