attrition

Phase One. Strategic. A man with a finger and the rank to use it sat on a cushioned chair at a console. He looked about. The others, at their own lesser consoles, were not paying attention. Their reports were filed. Their disbelief that the time had finally come was set aside. Barely. Anticipation filled their every pore, the space between their anxious eyes, the dead air at the entrance to their ears. All eyes were on … Read more