A peppy guide on the train tells us every detail we never wanted to know as we pass certain landmarks of the war or the rebuild program. I was too young to remember much of the war, but I remember my parents dying in it and the same explosion scarring my face.
He had performed every diagnostic imaginable on the system. Any conceivable scenario where a malfunction could cause catastrophic failure or death had been meticulously eradicated from the programming.
To some, they had a boring life full of predictability and mundane activity, but they didn’t see it that way. To them, every day was an adventure into the heart of the other, an exploration into a sea of the infinite responses of love.
They turn a blind eye to convictions. They devour each other. Without the wars, we would’ve just continued lying to one another. In my opinion the chemicals just revealed our true nature.
He was certain that he’d already lost at least two toes to frostbite, and a finger wasn’t responding. But he had to make it to the bunker, wherever it was hiding in the white blanket before him.
It was his first decree when he became the new king of Corlinia: The doors shall be open for everyone, always. If the king was not away on business or sleeping, he could be found perched on his throne, waiting.