100 Words: Make Them Hear the Music
We’ve been hiding on the perimeter all night with our guns and our hope. We’ll attack at 0800.
Behind us: the MegaSlum. Ahead: CorpCenter, a bloated spider squatting in its web, draining all life around it.
We’re not taking it anymore. We won’t die out there, poor and helpless.
The Center is well-defended. Most will die in the assault, killed by mines, guns and gas. But we are numerous and determined, with nothing to lose, so some will surely get all the way to that solitary window when it opens.
There, by God, we will apply for CorpCenter jobs.
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For consideration: "The rebels joined the system / They reveled in the twisted song of pain"
Behind us: the MegaSlum. Ahead: CorpCenter, a bloated spider squatting in its web, draining all life around it.
We’re not taking it anymore. We won’t die out there, poor and helpless.
The Center is well-defended. Most will die in the assault, killed by mines, guns and gas. But we are numerous and determined, with nothing to lose, so some will surely get all the way to that solitary window when it opens.
There, by God, we will apply for CorpCenter jobs.
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For consideration: "The rebels joined the system / They reveled in the twisted song of pain"