In-between the recovering, Konforma annoyed me with her correction course. Who knew a little girl in military uniform could become such a nuisance.
Her low-pitched voice didn't make the content sound any better.
10 hours of righteous blahblah, boiled down to this:
bow and repeat.
In-between the lecturing, I felt sorry for the survivors I've persuaded into joining the Bulwark. I hope they weren't slaving away in some obscure cell, cursing at me in silence. Maybe they would have been better under Technoid rule.
"Heya, are you listening to me?" Konforma said when my interest drifted away.
"I give you the minimum attention required to keep me out of trouble."
That seemed to satisfy her.
"I'm going to start the course from the beginning until the lessons bubble out of your brain."
Maybe not.
I switched off my brain and put the smile back on.
"Do what you have to do."
I survived getting shot by a Technoid pulsar beam.
I was going to survive getting Konforma'd.
Or?
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Machine God: A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller (Final Draft)
Science FictionWhatever happened, it wiped out the world as we know it. A man with no name wakes up in a post-apocalyptic wasteland where military factions wage war on each other. These armed troops capture survivors, harvest tech artifacts from the dark past a...
