Lunar Tales - an anthology

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  Jack awoke in the medical bay.

  He looked to his right, and saw Turner propped up in a hospital bed.

  “Hello, mate,” said Turner.

  “What happened?”

  “You were unable to follow a simple command. I had to finish the job for you. I pressed the last seven.”

  “And the . . . the baby?”

  “In stasis. They say she’ll live.”

  “Why aren’t you in prison somewhere?”

  “I’m a hero, Jack.”

  “You cut a deal.”

  “Of course. I saved Congress, saved New Home, saved you, saved my son, saved your daughter – and saved Pamela.”

  “She’s – alive?”

  “Yeah, Jack, she’s alive. She’ll never walk again without bio-servo assistance, but she’s alive. She wants nothing to do with you, though. Blames you for everything.”

  Jack rested his head back on his pillow.

  That was a wound he could live with.

  THE END

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