Flash Fiction #3: Lost Humanity
Personality — erased.
Mind Control — absolute.
Free Will — non-existent.
Surveillance — constant.
Consequence of Failure — extermination.
Welcome to your new life as a Tracker.
She has no memory of what came before. Family, friends, personal history — all ruthlessly erased. Irrelevant.
A name? Unnecessary.
She is a Tracker.
She feels no regret. Regret is a human emotion, and therefore a distraction. She has but one source of identity: the Givers. Their approval is the only thing that matters. She is tireless in her obedience, faithful to the Quest they gave her:
Find the Implant. Exterminate its human host. Return to the Citadel, bloody prize in hand, and the Givers’ blessing would be hers.
The Givers are generous but they are not to be denied.
She’d come within a hair’s-breadth of completing her Quest. The Harvest of an Implant — rightfully hers — denied by the traitorous Runner known as Aubrey Carter.
The Tracker’s wounds almost ended her life. Worse, the Givers abandoned her as punishment for failing. She is an outcast.
Unworthy.
A failure.
Crippling guilt threatens to consume her — until her memories begin to stir. And her guilt shifts to anger.
And anger to vengeance …
Hell hath no fury like a Tracker left for dead.
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