Death of a Child

  Wenri I’m dazed when I land, and it takes a few seconds for my vision to clear. My skin still tingles, but at least I can feel my body again. “Are you all right?” asks a guard, peering down at me. I’m sitting on wet rocks a few feet from the lake. “I was about to go swimming, but I must have slipped on the stones.” The guard wears a headset with an embedded display. She helps me up and stares at me to scan my identity chip. Her posture instantly changes, and she almost salutes before she catches herself. “Officer Neyima,” she whispers, looking around, “sorry to have disturbed you.” She must be in charge of a security detail, so she has access to a database that identifies me as a member of the Special Corps. Most scans wouldn’t show it. The corps is an elite part of…

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