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The GiftThe Gift
Celia stood at the mirror. She was bare to the waist. She turned from side to side,
leaning forward for a closer look at her shoulders. Their usual smooth roundness was
interrupted by a small, fleshy protuberance on each, where a normal person would have
“It’s like a womb,” Doctor Valens had explained. “The new limb grows within, much like
it would in a foetus. Only it starts out already connected to your skeleton and
nervous system. So you will start feeling it and gaining control of it as it develops.”
Celia had heard the explanation several times during all the briefings. But the reality of
it still took her breath away. In each of those mounds, about the diameter that her
upper arms would be and half as thick, was a colony of stem cells, already busily dividing
according to the epigenetic instructions preprogrammed into them. In just two weeks,
rudimentary hands, shaped like tiny ping-pong paddles, would already be distinguishable under
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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