Gothic Horror Challenge 2010: Calico
“You must’ve impressed them to get outfitted with a new limb and eye,” Aurelianus said. Military simulacra didn’t get funerals; their suicide missions inevitably ended in scattered body parts.
“I survived an explosion, that’s all,” the simulacrum sat half-naked, mangled eye and charred, twisted limb exposed.
“Wouldn’t want the nation’s hope looking like mangled bird carcass.” Aurelianus pinched and prodded, impressed by the workmanship. “They authorized three hundred riah for sedatives and six thousand for your right arm and eye.”
His patient clutched at the threadbare cloth covering his lap.
“Blue costs five hundred extra, so brown eye it is.”
A/N: Part of the
simulacra 'verse.
“I survived an explosion, that’s all,” the simulacrum sat half-naked, mangled eye and charred, twisted limb exposed.
“Wouldn’t want the nation’s hope looking like mangled bird carcass.” Aurelianus pinched and prodded, impressed by the workmanship. “They authorized three hundred riah for sedatives and six thousand for your right arm and eye.”
His patient clutched at the threadbare cloth covering his lap.
“Blue costs five hundred extra, so brown eye it is.”
A/N: Part of the
simulacra 'verse.