The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The knee buckles. You feel it. Not a break. A surrender. The joint gives way under the weight of the exoskeleton’s servo-motor, a high-pitched whine that sounds like a dying insect trapped in plastic. You are in the middle of the corridor. It is narrow. White. Smells of ozone and stale coffee. You are not walking. You are being carried by the machine. The machine is failing. You look down. The...

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