Laika, Feather, and the Event Horizon

Laika, Feather, and the Event Horizon

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Fiction
Science Fiction
Space Exploration
Social Themes
Abuse and Trauma
Laika was never supposed to come back. That was the contract she signed without knowing, that she'd die for the ego-- sorry, the "betterment" of humanity. And this Laika knew that. That's why Laika is... Laika. Sailing the void, jumping through countless wormholes on a four-and-a-half person crew sent out to find the center of the universe and survey potential colonies on the way. So when Laika's broken eye starts aching more, starts summoning nightmares from painful memories so strong they threaten the rest of the crew, there's really only one choice to make: To follow the event horizon. After all, Laika was never supposed to come back. A story about seeking purpose, facing the past, and accepting the inevitable. Oh and, finding the center of everything, I suppose. [Daily uploads at midnight]
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She wakes up to blinding lights and silence. No name. No memories. Only the sterile scent of metal and the echo of her own heartbeat. Every day begins the same - strapped to a bed, surrounded by faces she doesn't recognize. They call it research. She calls it torture. Each session peels away another layer of her mind, until she no longer knows if the pain she feels is real or manufactured. The walls hum with electricity. The machines whisper in frequencies only she can hear. And the man who stands over her - the one with steady eyes and shaking hands - is both her tormentor and the only soul who looks at her like she's still human. As her fragmented memories begin to resurface, she realizes that the greatest experiment isn't on her body - it's on her mind. It's not a story about escape. It's a story about what's left of you after you've already lost everything.

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