Sandosius

 Again. And again. I live and die. I do not know how long it has been. Years, surely. Decades, maybe. It may have been centuries since I was killed for the first time. It has been long enough that I can no longer remember. I remember the when. And the how. I was once human. I was… on a mission. A starship. I think it was to check for possible… mineral deposits, on a remote planet. I could be wrong. But I remember the day. It was bright, sunny enough that we needed… protection. I do not remember what it was we needed to protect ourselves against. I left that life long ago. There was another ship there. Another human had la

I'd like to back away from the narrative for a moment, to talk about the past. The past is the past is the past, and nothing can change it. You may have achieved. You may have screwed up. Hell, you may have just ordered a genocide to happen. It's there, for all to see and observe and learn from the mistakes of. It cannot reach out and destroy you. Your actions will catch up to you, but the past itself- that will never harm you. However this is no excuse for living in the past. You can't live in the past. Nothing is there and you can't change it and in the meantime you slowly lose sight of the future, and eventually the present as well. You

 TO: Gen.Lewis FROM: Cap.Shawn East front still going well. In the middle of taking Oklahoma City, seems easy so far. Little resistance, however storm is forming. Locals restless. Should we worry? TO: Cap.Shawn FROM: Gen.Lewis Are you honestly telling me that your troops couldn’t handle a storm? Our own nation gets worse every winter! That area’s pretty stable anyway, you shouldn’t be worried. Satellite says that it’s nothing. Continue the invasion. TO: Gen.Lewis FROM: Cap.Shawn Reports of swirling debris from the troops. Rain is everywhere. Locals are finding this hilarious. Is there a new weapon creatin

 James had never been particularly comfortable around strangers, and the latest development did him no favors. As he waited for the bus, the stranger next to him showed only a calm sort of weariness, like a man waiting to die. He was of medium height, and was dressed in your typical business suit, looking like the stereotypical businessman. James himself was dressed in a t-shirt, his favorite windbreaker, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. He would have said something, but he feared the stranger would look down on him, and so he let the silence remain. Mustering his courage, James decided to try to open a conversation. He turned to the man besid