I designed the Empire’s invincible mechas. I was also Supreme Commander Kaelen’s hidden wife. For years, I let his machines feed on my body. I kept thinking one more sacrifice might earn me a place beside him. Then he dragged me onto an execution platform and called me a traitor to protect his sister. He activates the irreversible memory extractor on a live galactic broadcast. The machine will find no confession. It will show the truth that ruins him.
The execution platform rose out of the Imperial Plaza like a black tooth, and the whole galaxy was watching. I stood on it with my arms locked behind me, my legs barely holding me up. The medical restraints had been replaced with mag-cuffs sized for a soldier, and my wrists had gone numb an hour ago. Around the platform, a million faces packed the plaza, and above them, the sky was littered with holodrones, every one of them feeding my face to a billion screens. The charge was treason. The evidence was nothing. I knew how it would end, because I had designed the machine they were rolling toward me. The memory extractor was my own work, built for the Empire, refined over years in a lab that bore Kaelen Valerius's name. I had never imagined it aimed at my skull. Kaelen stood at the edge
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