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You wouldn't approve, but I talked to an Overseer today.
I headed to the Center City. It's crawling with Overseers there.
I asked questions but you're right, Overseers never give out information.
The Overseer began to threaten me so I left. I've heard the same threats before, after all, they know my condition. They know what I am. I'm sick and it's frowned upon, so I've heard all of these hateful things behind my back before.
I promise, sister, I'm going to understand. I want to know more about Earth. More about your new home.
I won't stop until I know what exactly is going on. I at least owe you that.
YOU ARE READING
Frontlines
Short StoryA Scifi short story of messages. Completed. --- Two different battles in two different wars. One's battles lie in his mind, the other fights on a distant planet. Both are losing. --- A short story of the messages he never sent his sister. --- Note:...
