Vigil: An Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

The Victorious Dead. The Unworthy. The Hopeless.

Disease rips through populations in the far future.

I stare out my glass windows, smelling my cinnamon candle, remembering my dead friends.

An entire community's memory rests on me.

Join bestselling writer Connor Whiteley in this gripping, enthralling, timeless scifi short story about love, friendship and prejudice.

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Also available in Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Collection Volume 7.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jul 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215960646

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

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VIGIL

Call them the Victorious Dead, the Unworthy, the Hopeless, whatever. I don’t really care, not anymore.

If people cared about my friends and the thousands of others on my planet then they never showed it. For two decades, a disease ripped through a population, a population of unloved, pests or so-called mutants.

These people weren’t mutants, they were my friends. Sure centuries of isolation on a planet coupled with the intense solar radiation from their star had changed them, but it didn’t make them mutants.

They were humans, just like you and me.

That’s why I was here tonight. As I sat in the cold plastic chair that chilled my senses, I looked out through my sparse metal kitchen, which I loved, and out through the glass doors.

After my decades of service in the Medical Core and my eventual injuries serving alongside the Superhuman warriors of the Emperor, it was all I could