You Are Weapons

You don't need weapons; you are weapons, The Chosen One tells his people, the Verē.  When the ancestral humans have the numbers, the technology, and deadly betrayal on their side, can the Verē survive, let alone win their independence?

Original idea: 1962?

Current status: Nothing written

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