You wake up in a loud room, lit by low red lights. You can’t move. You can barely feel your body. It’s hard to breath. The last thing you remember is a prison doc telling you to count back from ten as they slipped the ego probes onto your head. A silhouette emerges from the red. “This is your parole hearing. If you are willing to kill monsters to your last breath then we will commute your sentence. If that sounds like too much work, or you are too frightened, we’ll leave your egos in cold storage as we abandon this rock. Make your choice.”
An Eclipse Phase one shot, set during the Fall.
