But it's them or me.
| A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
| Razorman |
| By Stewart Wilson |
| http://www.digitalraven.org |
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| The whirring blade slices effortlessly through the branches. It's easy. No pressure needed, not for these little things. Just the roaring blade of the razor machine drowning out the screams. |
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| The trunk is harder. That's where the core consciousness sits. Molecular transmitters beam the sensation of being torn apart straight to my forebrain. The antispam guards don't shut it out. This is where people new to the job lose it, start freaking out and losing their lunch. Not me. |
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| The blade presses on with reckless abandon. The shards falling are a hundred razors, a customised survival mechanism. Point defense lasers on my kneepads take them out before they can do any real damage. The screaming dies down as the razorbark doesn't have any effect. It knows what's coming, and in some moments I like to think that it accepts what is to come. |
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Since the war, there's been no power or fuel for anywhere but the old big cities. We need wood to burn if we're to make it through the winter. The trees were uplifted by a burst of sentient information looking for a lifeform to nurture it, embedding itself on the molecular level. In many real ways, it's murder. Killing a life form with human-equivalent intelligence. But it's them or me. |
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