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January 20, 5AG
Guard One was livid. “We know the story of The Uprising. Geez, I thought having to listen to you retell The Glitch was bad enough. You didn’t have to take us all the way back past Genesis!”
“Bit’s chip... and that man selling... it just reminded me of the story.” Synta rubbed the chafe marks on her wrists. “Can I get these off?” She raised her hands.
Guard Two snorted and Guard One shook his head. “Too risky.”
Synta laughed; a pure bubble of absurdity erupting from her mouth and bouncing around the tiny room. “You scared?”
Guard One shot her a snarling dirty look.
Synta’s laugh evaporated.
They sat in silence for a moment. Synta couldn’t help but think about Marcus Stone, getting stoned. Poetic to some; those in power. But the Children of The Resistance, they felt it. Every time Synta heard the story, or told it has she just had, her bones ached with a thousand tiny fractures. A thousand angry rocks pelted her skin.
“Do you think it really happened that way?” Synta asked after a moment, quietly.
Guard One’s head snapped up. From the look on his face, Synta could tell he’d been thinking the same things. “Fairytales to corral the masses.” His voice barely broke through his lips. None of them believed him.
Part IX: 4 Years AG