Here's a little drabble I wrote for
twelvecolonies. The theme was "fall".
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Killing himself isn't difficult. He's already lost everything he was living for.
Resurrection. The Five. His siblings. The Colony. The chance to be something more than what he is -- something more than this worthless body he's hated all his life.
He'd begged them, back then. He'd asked them to fix him, to help him. They wouldn't. "Free will", they said. "Free will".
Very well. The gun in his mouth is repair, reparation, mending. It does for him what the Five would not: DIY self-programming.
He is dead long before he falls.
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On that cheerful note, could anyone use an invite for the
Archive Of Our Own? If so, let me know. It's a stellar place to post fic -- like fanfiction.net, only not awful! They even have a feature that'll import fic straight from your journal.