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Michael had already been a scythe for five years. She wondered how long it had taken him to “inhabit” himself. He was so fully Faraday, she couldn’t imagine him being anyone else.
“Godfrey—” he managed to hiss between his clenched teeth, before the electrical surge shut down all his thoughts.
Killer doggy
“Sumpthin’ ain’t right,” he heard himself say. Then choked back the words, coughing, swallowing, clearing his throat, and swallowing some more to make even the memory of those words go away. Fields then rolled onto his side to see the same nurse standing beside the bed, her uniform just as white but her smile more labored, less shimmering. “Scythe Fields? How are you feeling, Your Honor?”
Fields broke into a run, vaulted his fence, sprinted across the lawn, and threw himself inside, locking the door behind him.
Scared scythe. Wild
“Yeah,” chimed in Savina. “They’re a hoax. Everyone knows that.”
Hot take lol
And the earth is flat
“So Journé… were you just joking, or do you actually believe scythes are real?” When it was clear they weren’t going to be distracted by Dax telling another bad joke, she responded, choosing her words carefully. “Where I come from,” Journé said, “that’s what we believe.”
For if my study of human nature has taught me anything, it is that truth and conviction are not comfortable bedfellows, and what one believes will often cast out that which is true.
McGeary considered it a moment more, then brought the essay up on his tablet and handed it to Carson.
Mars doesn’t have FERPA
“A small matter. It’s not as if I’ll be swimming in it.”
The young man who had been Carson Lusk smiled. Great things, indeed. The world had no idea what it was in for.
But wasn’t it? If you had all the time in the world to learn whatever you wanted—and people now did—did knowledge lose its meaning?
I just feel it was a catchphrase they resorted to when they were too lazy (or dumb) to explain why they chose a certain composition, or color, or technique.
“Art is never finished, merely abandoned,”
“Thou shalt kill with no bias, bigotry, or malice aforethought,” she said, daring to quote him the second scythe commandment. “I’m pretty sure gleaning someone because you find them irritating is considered bias.” Dalí darkened. “No scythe has ever been disciplined for gleaning the annoying.”
Ahem. Scythe Fields
