The Fanatic A blind Achura Tubechild raised in Kino.
Third of a Kind.
"I hate being out of my capsule," my words were strained as I reached out with my left hand and waved the airlock door before me open. My clone, designed exactly like the body I had started in, was panting from the exertion. "Can't catch my breath, you know?"
The capsuleer I was holding by the hair bellowed in rage and hit me again. I felt my teeth rattle and smiled into the pain. The AI I had wrestled for control of the station informed me I was bleeding. No matter.
"All you had to do," I paused, gulping air. He hit me again so I back handed him as hard as I could muster. "Was take off the suit and hand it to me. Now look at you. I am glad for once I am blind, no one wants to see the state of you."
"You are insane! If anyone finds out-"
"I am insane," I cut him off as I hooked one leg under his and pushed him on to his bottom in the airlock. I punched the red emergency close button as he got one leg and one arm out the airlock door again. The carbide steel door took both limbs - one at the forearm and one at the foot.
"Next time I tell you to do something," I took a deep, calming breath, "remember this moment."
I pressed the button that opened the doors to the outside. He scrambled for a few seconds, desperately trying to breathe vacuum. Blood spurted from his missing limbs for a moment until he froze solid.
I watched through the station's cameras the moment the implant imbedded in his skull flashed him and put him out of his misery.
I picked up the severed limbs and suit i had torn from him, carried them over to a trash chute leading to a burn box, and tossed them in. Then I tapped into the station's cleaning AI and instructed it to send a drone team by to sanitize the airlock.