XXV 1279: The Making of an Alien — Chapter 4 – The Airlock

XXV you don’t have to do this.”

“Yes I do.”

YVK was standing against the door of the airlock, as straight and stiff as if she were facing a firing squad. Which in a sense, she was. She looked pleadingly at her old friend.

XXV shakes the Director's hand

“Please. You’re not like them. How did it come to this?”

“Yes I am. And you know perfectly well how, Subversive.”
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XXV 1279: The Making of an Alien — Chapter 3 – The Grand Hall

There was a buzz about the place that night for sure. Everyone was gathered in the Grand Hall, sipping drinks and chattering excitedly. XXV was smiling and glancing a little shyly around him, having been led in along with the rest of his class. Everyone on the Mothership was there, from the lowliest drone to the Director (apparently, anyway – nobody had actually seen him). But there was only one person XXV was interested in seeing, and she was proving as hard to spot as the Director. Along that same train of thought, he quickly drained his drink and hurried off to the bathroom.

XXV 1279 does a quick check in the bathroom mirror

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XXV 1279: The Making of an Alien — Chapter 2 – The Director

YVK, where are you?”

XXV charged down the corridor, yelling at the top of his voice. He hadn’t long been out of the daycare centre, and he and his friend had already got into one of their games, which had already got them into enough trouble with the nurses. But more importantly, she was already winning, so he needed to catch up fast.

XXV 1279 losing at hide and seek

“It’s your turn to find me, anyway. It’s not fair, I always get the hard job.”

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XXV 1279: The Making of an Alien — Chapter 1 – The Nursery

The pain of birth was unbearable, and it didn’t go away. It was a great, writhing monster inside you, constantly changing from one form into another. Some days, it was like white hot needles, other days it was an intense pressure on your bones. The only consistent thing was that it was always there. Every one of the babies in the nursery felt it, and they knew that the others felt it. And he was no exception.

XXV 1279 as a baby

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