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The Sarcophagus

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  The Sarcophagus I found myself resting in a cryo unit that resembled a sleek, high-tech sarcophagus . The outer shell is made of brushed metal and glass, while inside, glowing, self-weaving nanotech fibres are tightly wrapping around my body. All I could think of were ancient Egyptian linen bandages . My face is partially obscured, but I can feel the signs of distress etched across. The lighting around me is dim, bathed in cold blue and amber instrument lights. How did I get into it, and why am I seeing myself in the revival cocoon ? A Constrained Pilot The walls are pressing in, suffocatingly close. The air feels thin, hot, and heavy with the scent of my own fear. Sweat stings my eyes, blurring my vision and slicking my skin inside the flight suit , which suddenly feels like a lead weight. I can see the control panel, it’s right there. It’s a blur of familiar lights, red and green warnings pulsing in the semi-darkness, just inches away. My fingers twitch, aching to reach out, ...
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Celeste In the Heat of Defeat

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The want to live and roam in packs
Outside of the grand illusions
Of stories escaping domestication
The discovery of heroism

Thrown out and swept away
Rules regarding behavior and conduct in conflict
Attention to the role and responsibility of group expectations
Once belonged now defeated

Their behavior was abhorrent
My behavior is exemplary
In honor of their fortitude

Formed in shelter and missing when it counts
Combatants no longer seen playing together
A conspiracy of self
No longer the victim
Now to the enemy broken and in respect

Acting in avoidance of each other's need
With no want to reconcile
Strike with unreserved violence
Feast in the power to inflict
In the rightful place of order and fear

The home coming return
The passage to smite
The awareness gained in loss
Now in admittance and reconstituted





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