Good work, Lisa.
I just hit 8,000 K.
With these words.
I just hit 8,000 K.
With these words.
I looked back at Lao. “All right, Lao, maybe I’m a good soldier. That doesn’t make me a good person. I don’t think the two overlap.”
Lao frowned and his face turned to a load of wrinkles. He looked ancient, in that moment. Now-a-days, medicine kept faces unwrinkled and organs ticking over well into the middle of a century these days. Heck, I could get new biological fingers – the thought made me feel irrationally terrified – and finger joints were complex. Not as complex as knees, but still a hard thing to grow in a vat. They were child’s play compared to hearts, and we’d been growing those since 2020. But none of that would change when someone wanted to look old. There was just something about how they could move their faces, set their lips, all of it that exuded old.
“I can tell you one thing, right now, Sergeant Xao,” He sighed. “You are dead wrong about that.”