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Volume 2: The Autopsy of Freedom - Part 1
The dining hall of the Eastern Military Academy breathed like a living machine. The sound of cutlery clattering against aluminum mingled with the smell of warm bread and disinfectant. Every student…
Vollume 2: The Call of Mother Ceres
The cafeteria still smelled of coffee when the commotion began. It was routine for the military school to turn any spark into a spectacle; that day was no different. Theo walked with his tray in his…
Volume 2: Poison on the Tracks
The armored train cut through the streets of Ceres like a silent blade of steel. Black glass windows protected the passengers, but did not conceal the magnitude of the city. Fidel, immaculate in his…
Volume 2: Your Own Image, Your Own Likeness
The Mother Ceres Tower rose like a monolith of black glass, reflecting the sky and the city below. In the central seat , surrounded by a 360° view of Ceres, she watched every point of her domain,…
Volume 2: Routine and Logic — Part 2 — Final
The corridor of Ceres Central College dawned beneath artificial dew, the floor still damp and the light far too white. There was a suspended silence before the siren. Theo walked slowly, his arm…
Volume 2: Routine and Logic — Part 1
Gris walked through the silent corridors of the full-time school, the rhythmic sound of combat boots striking against the cold floor. The air carried that smell of iron and chalk that never left the…
Volume 2: Fragmented Part — Still in Development 3 — Final
She did not punish sex — even when it resulted in pregnancy. Pietà, despite protecting all mothers, was frightening in its logic: hell inside paradise.
Volume 2: Fragmented Part — Still in Development 2
In the humid silence of the locker rooms, each one alone, the fight still ran through their veins.
Dark Gray Flag and the Crossed Keys of Ceres - Chapter 2
For every human being, colors carry different meanings. For a politician, red is ideology. For a programmer, it is a hexadecimal code. For a doctor, it is blood cells. For an astronaut, it is the…
Mother Ceres — Chapter 1
We see a world that is constantly at war; peace is just an accident. Peace is a sweet illusion, but superficial in the face of survival. Some say we live in war. Others say we do not. There are even…