Manumission

Originally published in Baen's Universe, (April, 2008)

This morning, when you wake up and look at your rippled reflection in the basin of water near the concrete wall of your cell, you only have one true personal memory left. It can't be that your entire life is based off this one event, so you suspect they've left it with you to piss you off. To 'motivate' you. To make you one raging motherfucker.

It's a riff on the Countee Cullen poem. You're six, standing on the street holding the anonymou...