Oblivion Carry Weight Novels & Stories

I continued. In a blink of an eye, Sunny put her ID card near the wall. We wait impatiently in the lift. My heart thumped out of my chest. My ears ringing in anticipation. The others don't look much different. I could hear their harsh breath, their feet tapping on the floor, and click-clack of their weapons being checked the ammunitions multiple times. A ting informed us that the lift had finally reached the base. My heart dropped. There is nothing left. The floor is covered in bodies laying on top of one another.

The weight was ridiculous. Objectively, it was a few ounces of platinum and carbon. A gram, perhaps two. But with each passing day, it began to possess a different weight. It began to possess a vibration. It began to exist, in a very real sense, in opposition to Anton's own. Because, of course, with each morning, Anton placed it in the inner breast pocket of his coat, it began to possess a value of a different magnitude. It began to possess a heaviness, a magnitude, of a different order. It was, in short, a burden. It was,