The Golden Scar
Act I "NOTICE: All unregulated botanical matter is contraband. Surrender immediately or face sterilization."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌​​‍‌‍‌​⁠‍⁠‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠​‍‌‍‍‍‍‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​‍‌‌​⁠​‌‌‍​​⁠​⁠‌‌ The paper was thin, bleached by the harsh UV lamps of the checkpoint, and it crumpled in my fist before I could read the fine print. I was forty-two years old, a habitat medic on the generation ship Aethel, and I...
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