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Rising your knife up high, you bring it down into the Fruit. You pierce it as deep as it goes, hearing a loud disorienting beep from the nearby computer screens. The Threemind is attempting to dissuade you further; security has already been called. You feel the knife in the depths of the fruit; and then much to your horror you feel it almost pulse, and it pushes the knife out a tiny amount. Like it is passively resisting you. It's “alive”.
You raise the knife and jam it in again and again. No dueling techniques; just raw aggression. You must destroy this. The fluid from the fruit turns black and spills out, rapidly cooling and smelling of cerebral-spinal fluid and dirty forest undergrowth and moss. The “light” inside the fruit fades away. You don't have the time or the resources to fully scar and dispose of this living example of pointless existence in front of you; but you hope that this is enough to keep it out of the Hegemony's hands.
The sound of boots stomping tell you the Enforcers are already here. It's funny how just from the sound; you can tell your administrative importance hasn't spared you from a direct and immediate response. You won't attempt escape. You turn around to face your death and smile, you've done the right thing. All you can hope is you won't remember this, or anything else. At least that means it worked.
<span class="mu-b">”Oh Usis... why did you have to go and do that?”</span>
You are now <span class="mu-s">Cijan Anak</span>.
As the Hegemony's most primere and eldest historian and archivist; you've seen the rise and fall of this civilization. This one and another. You look back upon the long tapestry on your life feeling as though it's come full circle. You stand upon Xin, the first planet ever terraformed for life by the Hegemony. Once a technological marvel, now seeming banal and commonplace. You were the first Jaxtian to breathe it's atmosphere at least; that makes it feel special to you.
