Ageless Master

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Simple short story:

All of the below speech is in Mandarin.

"Szechuan? I have a team inbound to you . They should be there in 12 minutes. I need the Dwarf operational tonight." Even as the demands are rolling off her tongue, he hears the disdain she has for the handle he's hiding behind.

"I understand. If this is the dwarf I think you mean, there's not much of him left. Healing him at all is very difficult. I will do what I can, regardless." She disconnected before he could finish his last sentence. He got up and spread the plastic sheeting out, again, across the walkway to his big table, the table itself, and the couch that sits on the path between the door and table. When the team arrives, the door is open, and the young man is standing near the table.

As they walk inside, he repeats instructions they've heard before. "Stay on the plastic, please. I've been instructed to heal the dwarf first." His stomach rolls as they put the limp form on the table. he shifts perception, and sees how very little of this dwarf is natural. He closes his eyes and looks down for a moment, centering himself, focusing on the magic and not on the problem. When he looks up, his eyes open but are glowing a pale blue and sparking. He focuses his energy, touches the dwarf and feels the dwarf's body shift, relaxing ever so slightly as it finds temporary relief from some of the pain. He stands there, holding the energy flow in place until it dissipates normally. The dwarf is alive, and will remain that way, but he will probably need to spend the next several weeks in a hospital. He looks up at the others. "He'll live, as much as anyone that modified can. Who's next?"

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Once he has cleaned up after the Triad, Guotin heads for the park. The overcast, gray day, stained buildings and deserted vehicles provide an almost horrific scene, but the bench looks out from a small hill, across some struggling trees, and towards a small drainage creek, running nearly clear. Even in such a place, the world finds a way to continue. He sits on the bench, contemplating the creek, and then the entire water cycle, reminding himself of how little the world itself wastes.

hustonj's character and a small scene of the character interacting in his new reality.