“The Fall of Andromeda Seven”
“Hello and welcome to Andromeda Seven. Here, you can
experience life as if you were part of the First World Society on Old Earth.
You may experience fine delicacies such as soup, Cornwall, and carrots. We have
a vast array of authentic settings in each region, where you can explore the
arts of ancient surgery, public dining and Twitter.
We encourage visitors to remember this planet of historic
fiction, and therefore all the wars depicted here are also fiction also.
Andromeda Seven is a place of peace. And we share that peace to our visitors
and residents. We are neutral territory and ask the equally respected factions
to exclude us from the battlefield.”
*
“Andromeda
Seven isn’t a place of peace any more, soldier.” The Officer said.
The Soldier found himself with a ready loaded gun in his
hand. This was the inevitable day he had dreaded for so long.
“They’re coming. And they’re not
going to give up.”
“But why
are they coming here?” He said. The
Officer was walking at a pace so quickly he was stumbling over himself to keep
up.
“We are in
the Central Zone. Listed as a No Man’s Planet. Whichever side claims us, claims
an advantage: turn us into an artillery factory, breeding ground, whatever. We
have to remain independent. We have to fight back.”
“With
bullets? I’m sorry ma’am but this weaponry is ancient.”
“It’s all
we have to fight against them. The guns, the bullets, and hope.”
“What about
President Thatcher?”
“Political
revolution. His authority is not recognised anymore. Not since his government
lost Andromeda Five.’
A General entered, declaring with a calm but urgent voice
that They were here. He had sweat on his brow and a tear on his cheek but the two
were so well matched it was hardly noticeable.
He wiped his face with his cuff. The Soldier followed the Officer’s lead and closed his
visor.
The three stepped out of the door and began firing.
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