>>6049015You are the head mistress of the orphanage of the undercity Vanhu Koskela, and you are an aberration. An abomination. A monster. At least, in the eyes of that order that seeks to regulate the world. They would destroy you in the same breath as they say they preserve the natural order.
The gloves of the stolen suit fit your hands perfectly. The broad hat of titanium and kevlar is broad enough to act as an umbrella for those you hold close enough. When you run, there's a <span class="mu-i">po, po, po,</span> of pneumatic jets firing in rhythm.
As you examine the fibers of the glove you're wearing, you think of what those who made them wanted these gloves to do.
Had they wanted them to crack the whip that banishes people from their home and into the wild?
Had they wanted them to brandish the blade that slices down any who dare defy the artificial order?
Had they wanted them to grasp the neck that does not resist, strangling the life from the children whose only sin was being born?
And they would say <span class="mu-i">you</span> are the one who eats children. They who this glove was made for is more of a monster than you could ever be.
Full glad are you to have these gloves on your hands, and not theirs.
