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I cant remember my childhood. Just like I can never remember walking.

My earliest memories are drifting in and out of unconsciousness in a dark cockpit, punctuated with flashes of searing light from arcing circuits.

My legs trapped and mangled beyond belief. I couldnt move and I could only feel the blood trickling down my face and a terrifying numbness from my waist down.

How long I was stuck like this I would never be able to say. It could have been days or countless lifetimes. I knew I was just waiting to die, to drift away into unconsciousness one last time, never to awake. There was an inner peace within me, a surety of impending oblivion.

I was dragged back from this waking nightmare by the sudden thunderous noise of a tractor beam vacuuming up the remnants of the ship. The jarring and jolting of being deposited in another ships hold.

Then silence, punctured by strange unintelligible voices, laughing and joking.

I tried to make myself heard but was unable to make a sound. Eventually someone spotted me, but my relief was short-lived. Instead of compassion and sympathy, I was met by Kusari condescension. They dragged me from the wreckage of my near tomb and threw me straight into a dark, dank cell. The only consolation I had was that I felt nothing from my legs which just hung limply from my abdomen like those of a rag-doll. I had become cargo a commodity to be sold like any other.

tbc