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Of course what I regret — do I even have to spell this out? — Phila is dead.
And every time I think about that grubber, Void take her, the one who stole my name, saying, “He wouldn’t know a proper pre-flight if it bit him in the ass”– before the crash, but I still don’t forgive.
Oh and I watch her soar to the top of the class, it’s pretty certain she’ll have a Captain’s commission, everyone says.
They take the very best of the class, the very top layer, when it’s a new Ship. It’s been growing, under construction, overhead most of my life. I don’t know how I feel, about that, but the idea of that grubber having what my face and name and very flesh have been meant for all my life–even if I never wanted it.
Because now I’ve washed out of spatio-temporal physics, because I failed the Jump simulation, because I walked out and didn’t come back, when the instructor started talking about diamond-pointed attention and I have had just enough of that, people lecturing me all my life about what I have to be.
Void take them all.
Yasmin-3, Full Clone of the Great Shipwright and minor villain of the Ship’s Heart trilogy. Thanks to my writing comrade Lev Mirov, she’s getting her own novel. “Minor villain wreaks havoc on major villain when she discovers she’s been played and finds redemption through her love of sex and fried dumplings.”