She closed her eyes against the tears, relishing their burn. The cost of each could be measured in planets. Emotional control for Modified like her was essential. She’d be evaluated for the unnecessary cost. The Grown hardly felt anything. Every hundredth iteration there was a bad batch, waking from their birth screaming. Lobotomized and reprogrammed. Life above all. She didn’t envy Rook. Her task was to monitor the ships and digestion of celestial bodies. His to monitor the workforce.
“Should I trigger the Dyson Ships?” he asked...
Keywords : space, sci-fi, fantasy, dystopian
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