I’ve been too depressed to do anything with Exsilium for a few days, but I’ve resumed work on it, although it’s taking a decidedly darker turn due to my mood. Here’s a peek:
“Anyone can tell stories here. Anyone. Their computers are full of them, and they’re all blasphemous lies–every last one of them. Why, even an imbecile like you could tell a story on this world and face no punishment.”
Fixer didn’t particularly like it when ‘Teller called him an imbecile, but it happened often, and he’d become accustomed to it. It was what he was, after all.
“They spread their lies through the trees, just as they told us,” continued the ‘Teller, pointing at the holographic image hovering on the table in front of them. A glowing depiction of TREE’s creation played out before them to the narration of a calm female voice.
…but what Richard Kryuss was…
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