📖 Written by Galactic Horrors
Under Almoner rule, humanity is kept obedient through a fusion of bureaucracy and manufactured holiness. Every district owes a tithe of lymphatic fluid, collected under the promise that human bodies are contributing to a sacred panacea used to heal the sick across the galaxy. The protagonist is a low-level clerk in that extraction system, one of the faceless men who reconcile quotas, donor records, and transit logs. His faith in the occupation is already thin, but it begins to collapse during routine audits when he sees what the Almoners look like up close. In the tithe halls they appear as translucent beings folded inside floating ceremonial frames, their projected angelic faces hovering slightly out of alignment with the bodies beneath. In the processing centers, when the holy projections drop, they move on lacquered black appendages and expose the feeding ports that run along their spines. The holiness is not just false; it is a costume built to make extraction feel like reverence.
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