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Alone Beside a Methane Sea Harry Morgan was a bear of a man. Over six feet and in excess of 240
pounds. He eschewed a prosthesis, preferring to simply pin up the sleeve of his
MCU where his left arm had once hung. He wore the morphic combat uniform of the
Confederacy even though it had been three years now since his retirement. For all his size and the deep scars that crossed his face, he was a gentle
man. Slow to anger and much slower still to violence. It is no small wonder
then that he lay upon the purple sand beside a methane sea bleeding his life
away. He had been gut shot. A slow painful way to die. He silently cursed the
self sealing feature of his suit. A quick rush of his oxygen into the near
vacuum of the planet’s atmosphere would be more merciful than this. “You bastard,” he said, wincing from the painful effort to speak. “You
murdering bastard.” From a vantage point atop a boulder, further up from the lapping tide, an
envirosuited figure stirred. “Now, now, calm yourself or you’ll bleed out
faster.” “Is that your game? You want to watch me suffer slowly? You want to watch
me die?” Casually, the seated figure examined the weapon in his lap before quietly
responding. “Die? Now why would I want you to die? Suffer? Yes. Immeasurably.
But die? Emphatically, NO. I want you to live. And you shall. You shall bleed
to death. When you die, your monitoring system will shut down and within a
scant heartbeat you will be frozen through. You suit will activate the beacon
and within hours you shall be rescued, resuscitated and resurrected in all of
your glory.” “Why,” he gasped, spraying his visor with blood soaked phlegm. “So I can do it all over again.” “But why? Why at all, you crazy fuck?” “Why? WHY?” The voice took on a disembodied quality as it rose to a banshee
shriek. “Why,” he repeated a third time, his voice growing calm once again. “Why? Because I like you. And Mother liked you. She always liked you best.” 2011-05-11 19:45:54 Sarge - Thanks for your comments Ironspider. Actually, my characters tell their own stories. I don't know who the shooter is. They didn't tell me. I assumed it was his father. I just put the words on the page and let them unfold. :D 2011-05-02 22:48:31 Interesting, though a fraction more exposition would be useful. Assuming it's Morgan's sibling who shot him, slightly more detail on what caused the level of hatred would be good, without spoiling the reveal at the end. Liked the idea of the 'survival' suit. Ironspider Read more stories by this author      Did you enjoy this story? Show your appreciation by tipping the author!
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