Timeline of a Fallen Hunter — Part Seven
By Gunnar De Winter
Sunday, June 18th
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I don’t know if this is going to get through. If it does, grab a screenshot, clone it to a black box, or do whatever you can because I don’t think E-Rad is going to leave this up for long.
I went east to finish my odyssey in the forest reserve. At the end of the first day, as I was returning to the hunter’s cabin, I was stopped by a centaur. An actual fucking centaur. Even among mythics, they are ultra-rare. Oh, yeah. He spoke plain fucking English. Sorry I’m swearing so much, it’s just… Fuck, see for yourself.
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“When humanity retreated into cities, we retreated to places of shadow, of extremes. Waiting. But the world became smaller. Surveillance everywhere. We hoped you would have grown and matured. Instead, other gods had arisen to control your thoughts and steer your attention, and you obey their commands as you have always done. There is no war between mythics and humans. Some mythics are angry, yes, and they lash out. They do not represent all or even most of us. We merely seek… a parley, perhaps, a way to share a world that is larger than you have ever dreamed of. There is a way to coexist. Shake off your chains and meet us halfway. We have much to teach and to learn and –”
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Gunnar De Winter is a Belgian biologist who works as a science writer and storyteller. He has studied bacteria wars, social spiders, little fish, running lizards, and robot behavior. His fiction has appeared in, among others, Heartlines Spec, Future SF Digest, and The Deadlands.
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