Not a matter of weeks but of centuries are the great tasks, but of course we live it a moment at a time, and one must keep everything in balance. So this week passed in calm, on the face of it uneventful. I went about my business knowing that I could not know what Iric was about, and that if things went awry, I would hear only after the fact. There are fail-safes built in for that; some of Iric’s particular implants — the few he would consent to, against the traditional disdain for what has become associated with mere plebes — will signal me should he cease to live.
And then I will act accordingly, and the waters will close over the whole business as if it had never been. If the Immortal and his court be responsible, I will make sure that they do not live to regret it. There are counter-forces which can be turned loose upon T-7, namely the revolutionary faction that abides here on Karis. Unlike some, I do not underestimate them; if the Immortal destroy my work, I shall lay waste to his in turn.
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Beautiful, evocative, flowing, just like always. Another great 8!
Intriguing! Taking on an immortal is all too often a death-wish. I’m definitely curious and want to know more. Nicely done!
Very calm, very formal, very determined. Highly interesting! Excellent excerpt, really makes me want to read more.
Very interesting…so calm, cool, and collected.
Very poetic. This guy certainly knows what he wants, and what he’s willing to do to make sure it happens.