Eight Antidote
The Clone-Son Listening in Imperial Silence
I listen so the Empire doesn’t have to speak.
Cloned from the Emperor’s own code, I live in silence, watched but never seen. My world is a room of lessons and expectations I can’t speak aloud. While fleets prepare for war, I study language, sound, the shape of the unknown. The alien song that breaks minds? I lean closer. Because war isn’t the only way forward. Understanding might be the sharper blade.
What I'm Into: forgotten dialects, the hum of the Station’s walls, xenolinguistics, what silence hides, the edges of translation
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