thought of the poor kid who starved or burned or got trampled or murdered or turned into dust, and the millions, billions of others like him… I’m sure they all would have appreciated this chance more than me. They would have lived. Really lived.

I was just taking up space.

Guess I was too scared to decline when I was offered my spot on Shamus Five. I almost regretted taking it now. Maybe I’d have been better off evaporating with the rest of humanity. My life had no clear path, and ever since I was a kid, I had never found real joy in anything.
I opened the container and looked inside. Without thinking, all eight pills poured into my palm.

“No more than one”…

It’s something I’d thought about many times...

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