The Enemy Wears My Face
Eleven years on the Meridian Line, and I had never once looked at the faces of the men I killed. On the seventh kill of the morning, I looked.
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The Same Hands
I was a corporal in the Eighth Pacification when I first held one of them. You have to understand: by then I had killed eleven of them. We had been told they were not human.
Article Seven
It is a peculiar fact of human history that the species which invented the concept of rights spent three centuries debating who deserved them.
Blood Does Not Fall
The blood hung in the air like a question nobody wanted to answer. Commander Adisa Okonkwo floated in the doorway of Module Seven, gripping the frame with both hands.
The Arithmetic of Breath
STATION MERIDIAN — EMERGENCY BROADCAST. To the 6,200 souls aboard Meridian Station: The numbers have been verified. We have seventy-two hours of breathable atmosphere remaining at current population levels.