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authorgoddesssarahb
Aug 21, 2018
Carrier - dystopian fantasy short story To combat over-population, carriers host up to 12 riders. When one of Kat's riders is convicted, all of them are sentenced to death. Kat must seek out the truth, but the secrets could bring down the Council, and they will protect their sovereignty. Kat opened her eyes and stared and the ever-familiar bright white wall. She was back in her cell. Her mind raced to recover memories from before she'd blacked out. She'd been sentenced to death. Nothing left for us but the wait. She sighed. Only 48 hours were allowed for appeals. They almost never happened. Enough wasting what little time we have left. We must put our affairs in order. A quick note along with the summary of the case would explain everything to any friends, family or business contacts that might care enough to know. Such relationships were too fluid with the interruptions of sleep cycles. People didn't connect for years, but formed temporary relationships that broke off as soon as one of the parties disappeared for a decade at a time. That didn't prevent the need for people to be remembered, so Kat summoned a guard and begged time with a messaging program. They would all feel better with the hope that someone, someday, might be sad that they had died. The guard returned with a dedicated interface, designed to allow only access to the messaging system while minimzing the damage she might do to the equipment, herself or her cell. Kat waited impatiently until the guard set up the interface and left the cell, then she approached the interface. She let her thoughts drift, encouraging the riders to give her information. She spent hours looking up random names and sending messages to those who "felt" familiar. She could only hope that she was getting it right, though the execution of herself and her riders would be available on the public records, if they missed anyone who might care enough to look them up. Finally, Kat felt that she was done. She stretched and let the guard know she was done. Her muscles felt tense and she laid on the hard cot. She didn't even move when the guard came in for the interface. "It's not fair." The voice drifted through the recycled air of the cell, barely loud enough for her to hear it. Kat glanced up at the man in the black uniform. He met her eyes for a moment, then backed out of the cell with the interface, letting the cell door swing shut. He never paused, backing down the hallway. She heard him call over to the other guard to get the section gate for him. Kat frowned as they disappeared. Her eyes moved to the cell door, then back to the section gate. Move! Kat leapt to her feet, letting thoughts that weren't her own take over. She ran to the door and pushed it open. He left it unsecured. Her head swiveled, taking in everything in the hallway. The panel on the wall didn't even register before she was moving towards it. She had pulled the panel up by the handle and was swinging into the chute feet-first when her eyes fell on the sign above it. Danger: Waste Incinerator
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Jul 31, 2018
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authorgoddesssarahb
Jul 31, 2018
I love gummies and sweet tea!
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