Glass and steal fell from the sky. 15,000 dead and the sun went dark. We knew. We saw this coming. We saw it, and lead ourselves to believe what we saw was the lie, and that no one could bring down the Republic. We were wrong. It was 500 years ago today, and only a few of us remain who stood in disbelief when the The Uprising began. Too few of us. When the corporate congress declared Martial law we had gone into hiding. Not even the Echelon were safe from the CSS. Reports had been made that a few of us had sided with the revolutionaries, a few of the oldest. Notably the most infamous was Anastasia Ishita. The rumour was she was behind the first attack. There are days I wish I hadn't followed her. There are others I wish I had. As it turns out, too many lifetimes leaves you lost without one. Eternity is longer than you think it is, and at some point you lose yourself to the game.
My name is Akida Sukarova and This is my record, My apology, my confession. After 500 years, it is time to tell the truth. 500 years is too long for anyone to live. Our greatest sin was our proudest moment. We conquered death and began to live forever. Forever though, asked of us the very thing which made us who we are. We traded our souls for time, and time it seems, does not forget, and she does not forgive.
While we kill time time kills us.