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Rita
watched
in
the
snow
as
her
father
fought
and
was
killed
.
Smoke
spiraled
up
from
the
flames
.
Brilliant
cinders
flitted
up
into
the
night
.
The
sky
glowed
blood
red
.
From
beneath
her
mother
’
s
body
,
already
beginning
to
grow
cold
,
Rita
considered
.
Her
mother
,
a
devout
Christian
,
had
told
her
that
pretending
to
cry
was
a
lie
,
and
that
if
she
lied
,
when
God
judged
her
immortal
soul
she
wouldn
’
t
be
allowed
into
Heaven
.
When
her
mother
told
Rita
that
if
Mimics
didn
’
t
lie
they
could
get
into
Heaven
,
the
girl
had
grown
angry
.
Mimics
weren
’
t
even
from
Earth
.
They
didn
’
t
have
souls
,
did
they
?
If
they
did
,
and
they
really
did
go
to
Heaven
,
Rita
wondered
whether
people
and
Mimics
would
fight
up
there
.
Maybe
that
’
s
what
awaited
her
parents
.
The
government
sent
Rita
to
live
with
some
distant
relatives
.
She
stole
a
passport
from
a
refugee
three
years
older
than
she
who
lived
in
a
run
-
down
apartment
next
door
and
headed
for
the
UDF
recruiting
office
.
All
over
the
country
,
people
were
getting
tired
of
the
war
.
The
UDF
needed
all
the
soldiers
they
could
get
for
the
front
lines
.
Provided
the
applicant
hadn
’
t
committed
a
particularly
heinous
crime
,
the
army
wouldn
’
t
turn
anyone
away
.
Legally
,
Rita
wasn
’
t
old
enough
to
enlist
,
but
the
recruiting
officer
barely
even
glanced
at
her
purloined
passport
before
handing
her
a
contract
.
The
army
granted
people
one
last
day
to
back
out
of
enlistment
if
they
were
having
second
thoughts
.
Rita
,
whose
last
name
was
now
Vrataski
,
spent
her
last
day
on
a
hard
bench
outside
the
UDF
office
.
Rita
didn
’
t
have
any
second
thoughts
She
only
wanted
one
thing
:
to
kill
every
last
Mimic
that
had
invaded
her
planet
.
She
knew
she
could
do
it
.
She
was
her
father
’
s
daughter
.
On
the
next
clear
night
,
look
up
in
the
direction
of
the
constellation
humanity
calls
Cancer
.
Between
the
pincers
of
the
right
claw
of
that
giant
crab
in
the
sky
sits
a
faint
star
.
No
matter
how
hard
you
stare
,
you
won
’
t
see
it
with
the
naked
eye
.
It
can
only
be
viewed
through
a
telescope
with
a
thirty
-
meter
aperture
.
Even
if
you
could
travel
at
the
speed
of
light
,
fast
enough
to
circle
the
earth
seven
and
a
half
times
in
a
single
second
,
it
would
take
over
forty
years
to
reach
that
star
.
Signals
from
Earth
scatter
and
disperse
on
their
journey
across
the
vast
gulf
between
.
On
a
planet
revolving
around
this
star
lived
life
in
greater
numbers
and
diversity
than
that
on
Earth
.
Cultures
more
advanced
than
ours
rose
and
flourished
,
and
creatures
with
intelligence
far
surpassing
that
of
H
.
sapiens
held
dominion
.
For
the
purposes
of
this
fairy
tale
,
we
’
ll
call
them
people
.
