*Eighteen*




It has been so long, and almost no one remembers how things used to be. We have told this story thousands of times, attempting to recapture our past.

There may be a couple hundred members of the Resistance. At the time of this writing, all of us – Darren, Daniel, Fox, Alex, Dana – are existing, and resisting. We have been forced to live in secrecy, for fear of being terminated. The Supernaturals do not take kindly to being used at test subjects, and if that's the way we feel, we are considered useless to the aliens. It all used to be so simple ...

But we have got our knowledge. Our weapon. Even if it appears irretrievable.

We have got our truth.

Our past comes from the ghost of a memory, and we will cherish it as any good ghost should be cherished.



*~ Fin ~*




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