Antarctica 2084When I wake, I’m still here, wherever here is. I eat in the vessel common room and retreat back to my cabin. In my bag, I find changes of identical black clothes, toiletries and a manual on what is required of a Monitor. It’s short with lots of small words. My job is to watch and record. Thinking is discouraged. I could really do with a book on how not to think.
According to the manual, Davistown is the location of a military base that trains guards for the water desalinaters, the people I’ve been tasked with defeating.
The Cause wants everyone to have water. Trident wants to control it for themselves. Is anyone telling me the truth? That portrait of LJ Phillips Carter has me rattled. When I close my eyes, the reflection of my aged face looks down on me.
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