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it's not rocket science
in fact, we spend more on rocket science than our own people.
We have been policed, surveilled, taxed, indebted, manipulated, censored, tracked, searched, silenced and sold out.
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"There seem to be holes in the strategy."
Nothing gets past this guy.

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3/3/26 14:00 GMT
2024
Endless War
In my classic fashion, what was supposed to be a single chapter turned out to be two pretty large ones. This story always has way more to say than I thought I have in me when I sit down and start shaping ideas I have into life.
"It is not our duty to save the soul of a single fraikhu. We freed him from bondage. Anything else is his own plight. He could’ve tried to survive on the shores that would’ve welcomed him. But you and Commander Taiborana turned him into an actual threat to us. You two are killing him no less than his ihaile addiction, and you dare to claim we are heartless.” Atterika curls her fingers into fists before her and draws a deep breath before demanding in a voice shockingly calm and even in the wake of the storm they awaken within her, “Who is it claims the kill: that who holds the dagger or that whose hands rest over theirs and force them to sink the blade into an innocent heart?” Reivventa’s smile drips with caustic sarcasm and pity in equal measures. “You brought a lamb to the slaughter and offered him upon the altar. It’s a little too late to absolve yourself.” “Apologies for daring to think that the age of sacrificial altars was well and truly bygone,” she bites back, unapologetic in trying to outdo Reivventa’s sarcasm. “That we left such atrocities behind, buried under the weight of children’s bones sacrificed to a false god and ashes of folk who ignored warnings and burned in the wrath of a flaming mountain.”