Dianchi Lake covers a wide array of an incompatible superb natural beauty of mountainous high rocks of the Golden Horse Mountain gallops, the Green Peacock Mountain, and the White Crane Mountain. She will not forget the breathtaking views of floats and reeds flourish near the shore and the reflection of clear blue sky on the surface of Dianchi Lake. Also, the lake is an inhabitant of jade-green birds which hover radiantly in the sky to express their happiness of living in this great biodiversity lake.
Literia stands at the edge of the lake where her mother and sister's ashes were spread six years ago, this time holding two urns with her, tears streaming down her face. She shakes her head wondering if she could have done anything or done something different to stop this tragedy from happening. Her heart is heavy and full of sorrow for a woman and unborn little girl that woman was programmed to hate herself and her unborn. She spreads the ashes of the unborn little girl first with a silent prayer for her, and then the mother, whispering “You are now truly free.” The mountain air fresh with the smell of rain lingers over the edge, clouds slowly rolling over the mountains. She walks back to the landing pad with a quiet reverence about her thinking of yesterday.
There a woman in her late teens, maybe 18 or 19 years old, sits in front of the camera drone. Her eyes emerald green, dark skinned, jet black hair, she sits on the edge of a cot of a bed. She appears to look Brutor in origin of her tribe. Tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, she is heavily pregnant and due any moment. Looking a bit hesitantly at the camera, she clears her throat with a cough.
“Hi, my name is Natysha, I am almost 19 years old, this is my only pregnancy. Being a slave is all I have known. I want to go to school, like anyone else, I can't read or write. I don’t know if I have any family. I was slated to be killed, but I survived. His, name, I mean the father’s name was Herrold, I don’t know where he is. We were separated about a month and a half ago. They tell me here that I am having a girl, and that I am free. That I am not a slave anymore, but it's kinda scary because that's all I know how to be, is a slave.”
Literia turns off the camera drone and smiles warmly to Natysha with a ‘good job’ look. Lit sits down beside her on the cot, placing a gentle hand on her knee. “I know that wasn’t easy for you to do, but thank you, I wanted to document as many of you Matari women as possible so that way we can help others with this.” The woman shrugs her shoulders still finding this freedom surreal and unsure of what to do with it. All she knows is that the birth of her child is soon and she has so many different things running through her head through being programmed and brainwashed as a slave, everything she thought was her world has just been broken.
There is a couple hundred women in this center all from similar circumstances as her, all at different stages of pregnancy. They were cast away like garbage, with little to no care for their humanity. They were left to die, but somehow all of them endured, showing that Matari stubbornness and survival. All 204 of these women were thrown away, and now have a new chance at life, as well as at freedom. They get to decide their own fate now and what happens to them from this point on. Whether they stay in Origin or decide to travel outside of the system. For the first time in most of their memories they aren't being held there against their wills, if they speak up and say they want to leave a capsuleer will guarantee their safe passage out of the system.
But something…..something in the darkness twigs in Natysha’s head almost like programming kicking in. She gets up and goes to the kitchen door to find it locked, carefully thinking for a moment. She figures out the keypad to get into it, an acquired skill from having to steal food before, under his care. She finds a knife and looks at it, knowing in her head what she feels the right thing to do is. She takes the knife into her hands and holds it above her heart. “Thou shalt not suffer a minmatar to live.” She cries out, and plunges the knife into her heart, collapsing to the floor. Within the half hour people notice she is missing and start to do a sweep of the premises, they find her but it's too late for her and her unborn. It was a girl, a little, beautiful, perfect, and now still baby girl.
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