Death of a Spaceman

I saw something menacing. It was just a glimpse, but I was sure that I'd seen it. Something sharp and lethal. A dagger lifted in to the air. My eyes followed it faithfully, mesmerized. I couldn't turn away. Couldn't blink. Couldn't flinch. Then it descended. In slow motion, the way things happen when time is meaningless, when fate has turned a card, and there is no stopping the inevitable. The dagger struck my chest. Deeply. Except that it wasn't my own vision that I was...
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I saw something menacing. It was just a glimpse, but I was sure that I'd seen it. Something sharp and lethal. A dagger lifted in to the air. My eyes followed it faithfully, mesmerized. I couldn't turn away. Couldn't blink. Couldn't flinch. Then it descended. In slow motion, the way things happen when time is meaningless, when fate has turned a card, and there is no stopping the inevitable. The dagger struck my chest. Deeply. Except that it wasn't my own vision that I was viewing. As a blind Special Agent for the Human Interest, I had been granted cybernetic sight that could see well beyond human limitations. But my special sight had been hijacked by another's vision. Through someone else's eyes, I suffered the attack and then saw E'Lowa run to the door. E'Lowa had opposed human intervention in Kozarian space and now that the tide of events had turned against him and his faction, he had decided to take matters into his own hands. His opponent K'Mack had won approval to grant humans access to Kozarian space. I finally made it to the victim's room to stop the attack, but I already knew that I was too late. The guard grabbed the Kozarian standing there. The captive made no move to resist. In his right hand, he limply held a bloody dagger. I was ready to strike E'Lowa, the man I had just seen raise a knife and plunge it into my chest. But the Kozarian emerging from the victim's chamber wasn't E'Lowa. It was K'Mack.