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Sun, May. 27th, 2007, 08:44 pm
teremala:

Free or Dead [Challenge: Choice]
Words: 103

Not flesh, but cold metal casing. Not thought, but electrical shots, hidden from touch.

Not human, not host, not alive. Deaf and blind and mute, I was alone.

Until:

< It is over, Yeerk.>

I had passed a war in my cage.

The empire had fallen; my leaders were dead. Everything I had known was gone.

The choice was mine, he had said, but it was clear. Go out there, into a world that would hate me? No.

I now run through the trees, tail swinging. I yelp madly, leaping with my pack amongst the bushes and scattered robots. I live.