From the author: The war is over, but Nysha carries the scars and memories with her. First published in Interzone #280.
I hear the all-too familiar blast of a bot-gun as a bullet screams by my cheek, thwacking into the gravel between the railway ties behind me. Belem rears up, waving his clawed front feet in the air, and my brain snaps into battle mode. The sound of the weapon sings through the implants nestled beneath my skull as the bot-gun’s specs are transmitted to my cortex. But no specs can tell me why a weapon that shouldn’t exist is being fired at me in this hind-end of the continent, ten years after...