Patricia Wilson
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Truth had the bartender switch on the scry. The shows being broadcast were all local and crummy, cheap thing that it was. Still, the scryball managed to pick up a long running propaganda channel masquerading as a twenty-four hour news station. First up was a clip, an older man, still vigorous, dressed in a neat suit, addressing the viewers. Truth didn’t recognize the flag on his lapel pin. “We strongly condemn the unilateral, unprovoked invasion of Jeon by Onis, and call upon the international…-
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Truth lightly sighed and made his way down into the city below. He was quite sure Starbrite wasn't here, but he had to start somewhere. He had the nagging sensation that he was missing something. There were some elements of what he was seeing that didn’t add up. That usually meant he was either missing information, or misunderstanding the perspective of the people who set everything up. He hadn’t kept very close track of the news since… well, since he started the war. It would all be propaganda, of…
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Truth hadn’t even made it to the other end of the village before he was forced to confront an inconvenient truth- Snakes generally don’t travel at high speeds while clinging on to other animals. Perks was doing his best, bless him, but he literally wasn’t built for this. Truth briefly wondered if it would be safe to put a living organism in his spatial ring. He couldn’t remember what Sally had said about it, but he was going to guess… no. Had he even asked? Ehhh… “Alright Perks, we gotta…
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Truth walked down the road. Forty kilometers was a casual hour’s stroll, he wasn’t pushing the pace. He wanted to puzzle at Earth Folding Step a bit as he went. It was, he felt, a very fair question. Possibly the key question. His initial thought was that Earth Folding Step would work somewhat like what the Shattervoid did- step out of this side of reality, travel through that… other place… and step back in again. He had thought Merkovah was just being colorful or something with his description of…
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Truth looked up through the humid summer sky at the burning heavens above. Each little dot of light a being so utterly beyond him as to defy description. Each moving dot is another being of impossible scope and majesty. For example, the one he was laying down on. He grasped for words. He didn’t wind up finding them. All he could do was stare upwards in awe. Truth smiled at that. A sad little thing. Truth looked through the leaves a while longer, just sitting with the thought. His notion about what a…
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The Iron Horse steadily crossed the mountains; “steadily” being one of those tricky words that sounds objective but is actually subjective. Truth, for example, considered it quite reliable. There might be a bit of front wheel wobble, and some excess vibration as it came up to speed, and if he was going to be pedantic, the brakes were ninety percent shot. On the other hand, he was permanently running Incisive, which should in theory give him plenty of time to avoid any little whoopsies. The patchwork…
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Truth had become something of a connoisseur in the fields of dissociation, alienation, persistent feelings of unreality and a general sense of the inherent wrongness of the world. He could, with remarkable particularity, specify whether “Thrush, have you been on many battlefields? Outside of Hell, I mean.” “Oh yes, Great One. So many. One of my kind finds employment, enjoyment and enrichment in equal measure in such places.” Thrush sounded almost wistful. “Is this normal, then?” “Forgive…
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One thing the Onis army had over Starbrite? Their bases had signs. Nice, easily read, prominently located signs. Which way to the latrines? Follow the signs. Need to find First Company? Sign. Quartermaster? Second left then first right. Follow the signs, you can’t miss it. Truth noticed a distinct lack of signs for “Command Center” or “Officers Quarters,” however. He sighed. He would mock the pointless security efforts, but he was an infiltrator and he was, actually, unable to find what he was…
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Truth’s Iron Horse sped down the highway. Not a lot of traffic in the best of times, and these were anything but. He wasn’t moving much faster than he could run, but after running several ultra-marathons in a row, he was ready to let a demon do the sweating. At Level Five, his concealment should be powerful enough to make even the surveillance on trains endurable. There weren’t any trains running to the Jeon border these days. His iron horse carried him just fine. Truth had never seen any reason…
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”Have your documents ready for inspection! Commercial vehicles into the far left lane! Carriages with two or more people in the second from the left lane! Everyone else, find another lane and wait for inspection!” “Documents.” ”Here. Say officer-“ ”No questions!” ”Sorry! Yes, Sorry!” ”Taking a load of pillows to Beizhan, eh?” ”Yes, four pallets.” ”But that is not the last stop on your trip, is it!” ”No, no officer. As you can see, I am also carrying four hundred…
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