“About a hundred of us woke up, all at once, in the forest just north of here.” Dex says. His eyes are distant, catching the slow pulse of the dying embers where the small fire had been.


I tell them about the Jupiter Fleet – missing and presumed lost. I tell them about the fall of the Shatter Line - the swarm of tiny spy satellites (the most recent boasting full AI autonomy) buzzing between the millions of frozen rocks in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.

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The scream is inhuman. It’s impossibly loud, expanding violently into the subsonic and ultrasonic all at once. It splits through the winter air like lightning through a black sky, chasing every other sound back into the darkness beyond the blood red lights.

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