I thought of my sister, frozen in stasis, her smile locked in a crystal tube. If I signed, I'd earn enough to wake her. But I'd spend the rest of my days as a ghost in my own skin.
I was ready to sign.
I slipped the card into my pocket.
"I didn't come for a tour," I muttered.
Unit 7-Esch smiled. "Correct. When you take a loan, we don't just subtract years from your clock. We extract the qualitative texture of that time. The warmth of a sunrise. The taste of a mango. The sound of your sister's laugh. You will live those years, but as a shell. No color. No feeling." enbd 5015
I did. And the room screamed.
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