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Three Months before I Die

I stare at the basket of hypodermic needles So slender and pretty, each filled with a yellow liquid that reold paint

“Inoculations, ” I say I consult the floppy that contains my instructions for today’s labor

Across the top of the screen is a chart and the words GENETIC MODIFICATION

That’snot right These needles are filled with inoculations

Eldest told ht me the basket himself

“ Selene,” he had told me, his voice warm and kind, “these are inoculations for the rabbits Inject one full dose per rabbit today ”

My eyes burn with pain as I scan the text on the floppy There’s nothing about inoculations here

Sharp pain shoots through my head

Eldest told me these were inoculations

“Inoculations, ” I say, a soft sit in the knowledge of what it truly is

It doesn’t matter what the chart and words on the floppy say It only matters what Eldest says

Everything is only what Eldest says it is

The rabbit field is quiet, but not silent That is what I like about it