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| ''In order, I disintegrate. In chaos, I am reborn. Welcome to the new age, an epoch even Death gave up on.''
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| The last time I saw him was on the dark side of the [[Moon/Rising|moon]]—I couldn't tell if it was day or night with that cold artificial light, unable to penetrate that steel-gray curtain of rain, compressing everything into crude pixel blocks stacked upon industrial gallows.
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| He was always good at turning scenes into familiar compositions. Him, his gun, and the frightened eyes staring down the barrel.
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| Too bad this time I won't play along. These days, dying's more like getting out of jail, so the guy on his knees turns into the executioner, and the one holding the gun gets covered in a white sheet.
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| I ask him, "Am I your mission?"
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| His hands start to tremble. That'll never do, not for an executioner. Thinking it funny, I lecture him.
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| "If you wanna kill those "new humans," you gotta shoot the little bits of metal next to 'em first."
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| He screams as he collapses to the ground, the gun crashing at his feet and kicking up mud.
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| It could've been used to shoot through compound eyes, destroy metal, or blow up heads under horned helmets, but it got buried forever in the past, buried with the warm, thumping hearts it took out.
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| I pick up the gun, carefully cleaning off the mud. The dirt and rain have a slightly rank smell to them that most would recoil at, but that I actually enjoy. It reminds me of the rats I ate at the execution grounds—warm, fishy, imbued with the hope of another tomorrow.
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| He watches me, but doesn't reach out to stop me. The executioner is but a slave to the weapon—a coward, just like I've always known.
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| In the end, I hand him the gun, attempting a smile. No one taught me how to make this expression. I simply try to imitate what I've seen, likely appearing twisted and ridiculous in his eyes.
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| "Now even Death's abandoned you," I congratulate him, "Welcome to the new era, where order lies in ruins."
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| He runs off, staggering. I watch as the rain engulfs him, then I head the other way.
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| Maybe it's because of how far I've walked, but even when I hear gunfire in the distance, I don't spare a glance back.
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| That was the second year after the [[Collapse/Rising|Collapse]]. He died in the long night at the beginning of that harsh winter.
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| ==Gallery== | | ==Gallery== |