Before The Stars Forgot Your Name
Language: en
In my fifth year as a prisoner of war, my memories were little more than shattered glass, scrubbed and rewritten by enemy neuro-scramblers. When the System finally rebooted in my head, I was squatting in the camp yard with a dozen other starving inmates, scraping gray slop from a rusted trough. “Host! Gideon Cole’s corruption index has hit ninety-eight percent. He is on the verge of triggering the Fourth Interstellar War. You are the only one who can stop him!” Gideon was my husband. Of course I wanted to go back. But I looked down at my emaciated wrists, then reached up to touch the…