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SCIENCE FICTION
Item Forty-Two Cleared For Destruction
A condemned destroyer of worlds finds redemption in the most insignificant place imaginable
He marched along in his new battle suit. His prison. His punishment. His tomb.
Because only the sweet release of death can remove the suit that has been fused to his body.
His new ‘colleagues’ marched alongside him. They were among the worst that humanity had seen, or would be if humans had ever heard of them. Creatures across the universe despised them, deplorable and bureaucratic to the point of tedium. But he was worse. He had done things that even these unpleasant beings couldn’t bear to mention. Once he had been put under arrest, he was sure that death was the only destiny awaiting him. Instead, they fused him into this suit while he waited for the interminable paperwork required to bring him to trial. Meanwhile, they forced him to work for a group he once considered the enemy.
He had long given up caring whether he lived or died. As far as he was concerned, every day was prolonging the inevitable, since he would eventually be found guilty of his crimes. It was preferable to get through the days with as little feeling as possible. On top of this, the suit was a prototype. Occasionally, it would…
