Hello!
I have been working in yet another short story as of late. I have a draft nearly finished. There is still some work to do, but so far I am liking the result.
I am posting a small fragment here. I am interested in hearing what you think of it. Destructive feedback is welcome :-P
## She Who Spoke for the Peacebringer
The Immortal was indistinguishable from a state of the art android. She featured a pale, blue skin, so realistic that only close inspection revealed it was synthetic. Her black business suit was plain and old-school. As it was traditional for androids, she had been given a horse shaped head, covered in artificial, white fur, in honor of the Peacebringer, who was said to consider horses sacred. The only thing that revealed her body was controlled by a supernatural will instead of a computer was the evil cold sensation that irradiated from it. A cold that was felt by the soul instead of the body.
Sitting at the interrogation table, Wan Jing tried to suppress her shivering in the presence of the Immortal. The anti-matter light-bulbs cast a purple light on the room, empty of all furniture but the table and the chair she sat on. There was a mirror on a wall, and Wan Jing bet the room behind it was brimming with curious policemen.
"I'm Whiteberry," announced the Immortal, standing in front of the table. Her voice was surprisingly sweet and feminine. "I speak for the Peacebringer. You are accused of murdering Doctor Chaun in his lab. I am not your enemy, for I seek only the truth. If you cooperate, I'll be merciful even if you are found guilty. You may call a lawyer to represent you."
Wan Jing found herself shivering not only from the cold. The unspoken threat weighted on her shoulders like a backpack full of lead. If she didn't confess and was found guilty, her soul would be harvested and enslaved by the Peacebringer. A sempiternity of everlasting imprisonment for murdering one of the Death God's vassals.
She considered confessing the crime right away. Whiteberry would give her a life sentence, which seemed a much preferable outcome.
"I need no lawyer," she said instead, realizing she was being proud and stupid. Her actions could well be dooming her, but she was not going to confess a crime she didn't commit. "I am innocent."
"Interesting."
Whiteberry leaned forward and placed the palms of her hands on the table. She looked directly into Wan Jing's living daylights. The Immortal's eyes were much more intense and alive than those of a mere android.
"Inspector Cong claims you pierced his head through with a laser drill," the Peacebringer's envoy said. Her tone was not aggressive at all, just... informative. "According to him, it was all caught by a security camera."
"I know."
"Yet you still claim innocence."
"Cong lies!" cried Wan Jing, standing and waving a finger in front of her. "I loved him, do you hear me? I loved Chaun and now he is gone!"
The Immortal didn't flinch an inch. If she noticed the tears running down Wan Jing's cheeks, she gave no sign of it.
"According to my sources, Doctor Chaun didn't reciprocate."
"I didn't kill him because of that, if that's what you're implying," said Wan Jing, wiping her eyes between sobs.
Whiteberry straightened up slowly. Then, without uttering a single sound, she flashed out of the room.
## TO BE CONTINUED
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