Ascension: Attached by String

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The door clicked quietly, an officer in immaculate dress uniform stepping confidently into the room. He introduced himself as Major Namassar, but I recognised a military recruiter when I saw one. They all had that examining look, always gave me a feeling I was being sized up and fitted into a category.

I realized that my right arm was still slung and I’d shaken his hand with the artificial one. The major smiled.

“Feels natural, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. He took a seat next to the bed, fixed me with a stare.

“This is the infirmary at Wemmick HQ, because we need you.”

He gestured, cutting off my protest.

“Fewer than one in a hundred are able to operate a mechanised exoskeleton at all, let alone with the fluency you’ve shown.”

I subsided, moving the arm to and fro. It felt extremely odd, not least because I discovered I could still feel my normal arm immobilised by bandages. Time to deflect the topic.

“Why choose me? You can’t have known about this beforehand.”

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Avatar JonB

    This is developing in just the way that I hoped it would (I am, after all, a fan of the sci-fi military hospital scenario – see numerous of my own stories). Great set-up; I look forward to reading more.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Lovely flow to it, and the feel is spot on for a darkly sci-fi tale. Great job on the description and vibe to the recruiter guy as well.

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