That would be just Mi Luk…
It’s 2032. China invades Taiwan. America responds, and Australia gets dragged into the fray.
Supreme Ruler Andrews, First Among Equals, determines that I’m to be deployed as a front-line soldier.
I’m shipped off to Taipei in the 86th squadron – a proudly diverse group. Not in terms of military training, but in the ways that truly count: over 80% of us are either women, disabled, or children.
As I admire this fact, I wonder if the carbon from our flight has been offset. I make a mental note to follow this up.
At the front-line, our first target is a restaurant in Xinyi.
As I charge up a dimly lit alleyway, I hear someone yell: ‘HE’S GOT A GUN!’
My blood boils: I identify as a woman.
I hear my commander barking orders at me through my headset, but I am too shook to respond. I literally can’t even.
I’m captured by Chinese soldiers, who are all cis men. I feel disgusted.
I tell them I plan on making a formal complaint to the UN, but they just laugh. I begin to realise that they misgendered me on purpose. The art of war.
I’m thrown in a cell. A bowl of food is shoved in after me. And just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, I look down: gluten.
Supreme Ruler Andrews, First Among Equals, determines that I’m to be deployed as a front-line soldier.
I’m shipped off to Taipei in the 86th squadron – a proudly diverse group. Not in terms of military training, but in the ways that truly count: over 80% of us are either women, disabled, or children.
As I admire this fact, I wonder if the carbon from our flight has been offset. I make a mental note to follow this up.
At the front-line, our first target is a restaurant in Xinyi.
As I charge up a dimly lit alleyway, I hear someone yell: ‘HE’S GOT A GUN!’
My blood boils: I identify as a woman.
I hear my commander barking orders at me through my headset, but I am too shook to respond. I literally can’t even.
I’m captured by Chinese soldiers, who are all cis men. I feel disgusted.
I tell them I plan on making a formal complaint to the UN, but they just laugh. I begin to realise that they misgendered me on purpose. The art of war.
I’m thrown in a cell. A bowl of food is shoved in after me. And just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, I look down: gluten.
41-45, MVIP
