Friday, 10 June 2016

G.S.S. Highwayman



Humanity is extinct, at least enough so to be declared that by the five different groups that swore they run the galaxy.

But a few humans, the occasional person, or almost-person? They are around, if you looked hard enough, working in exotic brothels, on mining planets, Clauy Gak the holoactor is rumored to be one.

Me? I’m human, I guess. And I’ve spoken to all of the others that I could find.

None of them remember doing this all before. None of them have had past lives.

Heading for the border of known space now.

I might be back.

Maybe.

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