Living in the post-apocalyptic reboot of the world isn’t all leather clothes and tire armor. Much to my regret. All those movies and TV shows lied to me, and that’s a huge letdown.
They also didn’t play up just how dangerous it really is.
Countless people have died around me since the world very nearly ended at my hands. Apparently, sometimes radical surgery is needed to save a terminal patient, and the Earth was most definitely heading towards death.
We didn’t die, though. We survived. We’re trying to get humanity back on track to build it back up to its former glory, and yet the very people that threatened it a hundred and forty-eight years ago are still there. Still threatening the world.
The people I love.
If only this were a relatively simple war with one opponent. A simple fight. Good versus evil. Black versus white. Left versus right. Instead? Instead, every step forward comes with uncovering yet another front on a war that should have been decided when the nukes flew and life as we knew it came to an end in nuclear hellfire.
Winning a war with one front is difficult enough. Is it possible to win one with two? How about three? Four? I really need to know the answer to that, because that’s becoming my reality. Everyone I know and love is relying on me to win this war and save them, and yet it’s becoming more apparent that I’m possibly an even greater danger to them when I’m the one that continues to pay the price for others to be happy.
My name is Kris, and I’ve been banished from my family and friends again and again. Sacrificed for the greater good. I’ve had such fleeting moments of happiness in my life, and each time I’m pushed away to save others, it’s another chink in the armor holding back the real me. If that armor shatters, the me that emerges will teach the world that I’m nothing like I seem on the outside. I’m not the happy, smiling Kris at my core.
I’m something far different.
Either we win and my people are safe, or I make a mistake and one or more of my people are taken from me. If that happens, human me will pack her bags and take a vacation, leaving a much older me in charge.
And once ancient, alien me takes the reins, it’s all over but the screaming.
Genre: Science Fiction
They also didn’t play up just how dangerous it really is.
Countless people have died around me since the world very nearly ended at my hands. Apparently, sometimes radical surgery is needed to save a terminal patient, and the Earth was most definitely heading towards death.
We didn’t die, though. We survived. We’re trying to get humanity back on track to build it back up to its former glory, and yet the very people that threatened it a hundred and forty-eight years ago are still there. Still threatening the world.
The people I love.
If only this were a relatively simple war with one opponent. A simple fight. Good versus evil. Black versus white. Left versus right. Instead? Instead, every step forward comes with uncovering yet another front on a war that should have been decided when the nukes flew and life as we knew it came to an end in nuclear hellfire.
Winning a war with one front is difficult enough. Is it possible to win one with two? How about three? Four? I really need to know the answer to that, because that’s becoming my reality. Everyone I know and love is relying on me to win this war and save them, and yet it’s becoming more apparent that I’m possibly an even greater danger to them when I’m the one that continues to pay the price for others to be happy.
My name is Kris, and I’ve been banished from my family and friends again and again. Sacrificed for the greater good. I’ve had such fleeting moments of happiness in my life, and each time I’m pushed away to save others, it’s another chink in the armor holding back the real me. If that armor shatters, the me that emerges will teach the world that I’m nothing like I seem on the outside. I’m not the happy, smiling Kris at my core.
I’m something far different.
Either we win and my people are safe, or I make a mistake and one or more of my people are taken from me. If that happens, human me will pack her bags and take a vacation, leaving a much older me in charge.
And once ancient, alien me takes the reins, it’s all over but the screaming.
Genre: Science Fiction
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