Fires rage into the night. People scatter in the shadows. This world is at an end.
I watch from on high. Glass optics regard the planet with cold indifference. I can hear the screams over the various comms channels. But I’m not here for them. I’m here to document and record the devastation. To calculate what will be useful to the Empire once this massacre is complete.
And as long as I serve these people dutifully, I can hold onto the hope I will never have to sketch out the useful death of my own world.
Paddy Dobson
7th December 2022