She Persists
Celes’ chipped fingernails dig into her patchwork overalls, bunching the threadwork into small, starchy peaks. ‘Look at me.’Her tired eyes rise.Overseer Stry-C9 glowers back. From their throned console, the adept need…
The End
The end.The end does not exist.It’s more of an end.Only those who are no longer of use and are of weak spirit enjoy the peace granted by the end.I am…
The Funeral-Goer
Today is the Feast of the Emperor’s Ascension, and I am at a funeral. Istar Korthos Icilius – minor local celebrity, an artist most subtle – has brought us together.…
Hunt
The wolves hunted at night.Or that’s what I thought they were. They were elusive shapes, shadows that moved fluidly. Always hunting, picking at the lost, the stragglers, the exiled. We…
The Rat of G-Secundus
Deep in the power core of asteroid mining station G-Secundus, a small framed servitor designated E777, or E-triple seven, squeezed through a narrow maintenance tube. It reached hand over hand,…
Condemned to Failure
He was ready to die.Standing, in front of a baying crowd of individuals, his life literally hung like a thread around his neck. The adamantium knotweed held taught as he…
Muted Existence
What would you be willing to risk to save a child?Gad Thaddeus Skark was presented with this question.As a factory worker in the middle-hive, he had a more comfortable life…
My Name is Roboute
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0dKaEngi-0&t=71s My name is Roboute. I maintain the servitors that clean hab block 117. Like so many others, I am named for the Imperial Regent, son of the God-Emperor, but…
Plasteel Shaman
Men crawled the world below as ants atop their mound, picking clean the surface and near-depths to feed the hive and Imolier at its peak. This was the closest they…
The Bomb
Tick.The rail lines are colour-coded for convenience. White, blue, red - manufactorum, administratum, and if one was to imagine this Hive to be a vast body, then these veins pulsing…
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