A few weeks later there was another event, it was life changing.

A form of pure excitement infused and consumed with happiness.

Then a mission a massive improbability defeated by skill knowledge and planning.

Eggs over-easy. Recruitment plans detailed. A punk show. Some crazies.

Pancakes. Soundwave weapons, and community planning. Things started to happen faster.

We built the school. We recruited parents with prospective kids, prospective parents, and teachers building the community.

Adding to it ourselves popping out a boy then a girl. We taught, we fought and sometimes even parented.

* * *

Pitt, he got his name at four or five when he decided to make a pool and dug a giant hole

while we were out reclaiming some plutonium the Army “lost” to one of the remnant factions of the neocons.

He spent all summer digging that hole, more I think because he was trying to live up to his new name, than wanting a pool that bad.

Of course after I got the pool plumbed and self heated using a reflective bottom and a greenhouse canopy.

But Courtney had to spoil things showing him another Pitt to use a s a namesake.

Sethra got her name at about the same age when she beat me for the first time in SC2. She was already familiar with the character

and took it as a great compliment. It took three days for her conscience to win out and confess to hacking.

“Cheating’s ok as long as you accept the repercussions,. noogie time!”

Everything and everyone seemed to accelerate changing to rapidly for me to catch.

The kids covering the biology I learned in college in elementary.

Craig and Jen running the school deciding what info needed to be disseminated to the elite of the next direction.

Ryan and Marc making weapons then creating defenses against them.

I was falling behind. The only times I caught up or pulled ahead were concerts, opps, and doin it.

Time was moving faster than I could handle.

* * *

“The West Wing, Scrubs, Homicide,,, My So Called Life” Courtney “Are you only letting them watch the stuff you grew up with?”

“Yyyeeessssssss”

“Don’t you think you’re depriving them of being a part of modern culture.”

“Modern culture is for rejects and retards. So yes I will “deprive them of that.”

“And the only regular tv you’ll let them watch will be Browns games right?”

* * *

“And the UFC, for educational purposes.”

“Hey Jen! Vers finally lost it!” Craig yelled across the office.

“How’s that?” Jen

“You should have a religion class.” I

“Says the penultimate atheist.” Craig

“Think of it like a vaccination, a dose of the virus without the ability to reproduce.

Tell them all the stories showing them the incompatibilities, impossibilities and internal contradictions, those will be the antibodies.

You already have a mythology class what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal?, the big deal is mythology at least has some good writing.” Craig

“Zing!” Jen

* * *

As I sat in bed kneeled staring at myself chugging a milkjug of coolaid I wondered how I got so sweet.

I went down to get some food and found Trudy and Shade making meatnormises while Courtney was giving

the youngins a run down of what material was being covered according to their teachers’ planners.

“Isn’t that cheating?” I asked.

“It’s called reconnaissance Courtney

“We could intimidate and threaten them instead.” Sethra

“Blackmail?”

“Hold em hostage.” Shade

“Is torture going to far?” Trudy

Nos came from everywhere.

“Are your classes that hard?” I

“No, they’re great, this is just for entertainment purposes.” Sethra

Pitt “I think we should be spending more time discussing issues that are contested rather than

wrote memorization.”

‘Hhmmpf…he wants a class on “What the Browns need to do to win the AFC North.” Sethra

“I like it, maybe we could make it into a practical by terrorizing the Learner family into giving us personnel control.” I

I received stares from all directions.

“What you can do it, but I can’t.”

* * *

We painted a happytree rasturbation in one of the upstairs rooms, planned to take

out a known East African arms dealer and me and Courtney hooked up with the German teacher Mrs. Alexander.

It was a good day.

* * *

For breakfast we had german pancakes with fresh berries, whole and or mashed up into an almost jam.

Later I went to the shop to see if Ryan could whip something up for this ‘party’ I was planning.

“So, Ryan, you know those soundwave weapon dohickeys, do you think we could use them as speakers?”

“So you can kill people with music?”

“I want to put them in the pool, and like there aren’t any pool speakers remotely close to powerful

enough to make you feel the music the same way as you do standing in front of a regular speaker.

And I figure that if the 50 cal only penetrates three feet into water those soundwaves would create something

where the bass would toss you around and the treble blasts through your body vibrating all your small bones the same way regular bass vibrates the long bones.”

“Sounds plausible, when do you need them by?”

“Not for quite sometime. This is like step one of like lots in having a party at the house.”

“I’ll have em ready in two weeks.”

“You just said it was plausible a minute ago.”

“I didn’t care at that point.”

* * *

We put “the monster jumper” rasturbation in another room, planned a raid on a white pride group in Virginia, and I put it to Courtney real good.

It was a good day.

* * *

I reach out and hold her tight, it’s all I need.

And there’s my pet three headed dragon,

we’re out on the beach playing, fucking around and shit and one of the heads steals my hat and acts all retarded.

Then another takes it, does the same, and then the third, but on him it’s fuckin perfect he’s totally a fuckin tard.

And from then on I take them everywhere, and we go to Walmart, and Scott is there and he’s like

“What do you feed them?” and I’m like “Customers, nobody’s ever gonna miss these people.”

“Don’t you worry about their cholesterol

“They burn it off!!!” Hahahahahahhah.,. they’re fucking dragons they don’t have cholesterol.”

“But I might have to start towing away their cars.” I wondered as the dragons tossed back a few fatties

And then we went and played at the park. It was awesome. I loved those dragons,,. I woke up.

Still, they were great pets.

Potato pancakes for breakfast. Talk to the kids about the relationships between lines of fire and zone defense.

Ask Ryan for random ways to store a breath of oxygen. Go to sleep with Courtney.

Just knowing she existed would keep me going forever, but actually touching her, holding her, she felt like home. I sunk into the feeling.

* * *

I woke up with Courtney lying next to me her embrace sa,, Coffee I smell coffee. I scrambled downstairs and found we had unexpected visitors, the very best kind.

I smiled an earth shattering smile hugged them all ran over grabbed some food, the coffee pot, and herded them all into the living room.

Why, because these were people that made not being comfortable impossible.

Von and Vanessa were already engaged with the kids, Allie and Brandon interrogating Trudy on the effects of THC on lammas, on which she surprisingly know enough to

speak authoritatively. By that time I had enough sugar and caffeine to allow me to function.

“You want to put candy all over a lamma and to do this you want to get him stoned?”

“”If everybody shotgunned him he’s have to get high.” Brandon

“I like it.” Shade said a little too seriously.

“Can we try to get him to dance with us?” I

“Of course he’ll dance.” Brandon and Courtney said at the same time but in totally different ways.

At the shop Marc showed us some electron emmisomething something, lightning gun, it was sweet.

I asked Ryan if there was a good way to have an Abyss type entrance from the pool to the house, but he didn’t get what

I was saying so I told him I’d download it and show him. “Meanwhile how bout you work up some super evaporation fabrics.”

“Are you trying to create the next level of exercise apparel

“Fuck no, I love the feel of sweat, I just dislike wet swimsuits sometimes.”

“And you want me, me to work on it?”

“Umhm.”

Courtney and I spent the night snuggling. It was a straight up snuggle fest. I felt the carebears approve, understanding them far better.

* * *

“So we’ve got all these nukes that we don’t need right? I say we shoot em into space and blow em up in like prime numbers to

show anyone out there that might be watching there is intelligence out here.”

“But what if there’s martians and they think we’re trying to attack them.”

“We wouldn’t set them off in the solar system, if it’s possible I’d like em to go off outside the galaxy so there’s

more chance someone could see it. It would probably take like thousands of years, or fuck millions, I don’t know, and millions more for someone to see it,

but wouldn’t it be cool to say to the universe “There was someone out there.”",. “Besides Bugs could kick his ass.”

“I wasn’t talking about Marvin just martians in general.”

“Oh.” “Hey Pitt do you think Bugs could whup any martian or just Marvin?”

“Any martian.”

“Couldn’t aliens pick up our radio signals?” Trudy

“On the scale of things and with all sorts of criss crossing radiation no way any alien is picking up shit.” I

“I mean send a huge radio signal emitter out into nowhere instead of nukes, we could send a lot more information.” Trudy

“Trudy, in your plan nothing, nothing blows up. What’s the point?” I

“He has you there.” Shade

* * *

I woke to a sense of warmth in my stomach. A feeling of deep contentment and growth, possibly bowel cancer.

“Babe if I had bowel cancer do you think, would you be ok with, if I called it Quato.”

We walked downstairs to find mulberry yummyness and coffee that I swore had a hint of cinnamon.

After scarfing some of each I began to listen to what everyone else was sayin, instead of just faking it, while nibbling and sipping seconds.

“I’ve got a debate today with Brittney Burrow in philosophy Sethra

“On what?” Trudy

“Abortion, she’s prochoice.” Sethra

“You’re prolife???” Courtney

“Prorequired. Population control.” Pitt

“And for Lit I wrote a poem about rainbows!” Sethra

“Elitist rainbows that kill people?” Trudy

Later Ryan told us all about something or other.

I was staring at Courtney’s butt the whole time so I didn’t catch any of it, I hope she did.

Then Courtney told us all about capturing some people for some reason but the tank top was too much.

* * *

“How’d the debate go?” Trudy

“I won.” “She accepted my position

“What won the tight ass over?” I

“She was ok with any population control as long as there wouldn’t be any more of me.” Sethra

“No need to worry on that front.” Pitt said causing Trudy to tilt her head and Shade to smile.

“How was practice?” I asked Pitt

“The coach is a tard farmer.” Sethra

* * *

“It was good, we’re installing a spread option offense and running a tampa two.” Pitt

“He’s a tard farmer.” Sethra

* * *

Courtney’s hair. Courtney’s hair in my face. It feels good.

It feels nice. And I’m climbing again. It’s a cliff a thousand feet high.

and I’m there in the middle. And I’m in bed arched back looking out the window and I can’t understand. I’m climbing, climbing with purpose.

I woke up slowly but for realzies with my head mirroring Courtney’s which makes whatever happened insignificant, but still..

“Have I ever gone mountain climbing in South America?”

“You don’t even know how.”

Downstairs eating breakfast. “I want to go to USC next year.” Pitt

“For what?” Courtney

“Chicks.” Pitt

“Hell yeah.” I

“I going to go too.” Sethra

“And you want to go for?” Trudy

“The chicks.” Sethra

* * *

Sethra was failing number theory cause she wrote about how 7′s were happier than 3′s “Did you mention 3′s Look like E’s, and E’s suck?” I asked

“He said it didn’t prove anything, and

I told him ‘That’s why it’s still a theory.’ Then he just got pissed and told me to leave.” Sethra

“I was planning on flunking Latin.” Pitt

“And…” Sethra

“I ended up flunking Microbiology.”

“Because..” Sethra

“I stopped screwing Ms. O. and started screwing Dr. Reuss.”

“And..” Sethra

“They’re sisters.” Pitt

Shade gave him a hi-five while Trudy gave an evil look to both.

Me, Court, Truddloo, and Shade spent the afternoon tripping on shrooms and playing in haystacks.

Losing track of who was what and what was who.

Tunneling and tunneling over under around and through an endless ten foot circle.

* * *

Strength flows through me spreading and multiplying, completing and renewing.

Coffee was being poured in my mouth.

I looked up.

“How do you feel about us raising you to be super intelligent weapons.” Courtney

“It’s pretty fucked up.” Pitt

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sethra

“Well we may need those skills.” Court

We all gave a wtf look except Sethra smiling and eager with Pitt exclaiming “Yessss”

Courtney nodded towards the opening door where Ryan was entering.

“We need to take out Kim Yong-chun, we need to do it now. He’s given command and control to field officers.” Ryan

“Why?” I

“He can’t win.” Courtney

“The Chinese will crush him.” Trudy

“Cause he’s crazy.” Pitt

“He has the power he’ll use it whatever the results.” Sethra

“Possible casualties?” Shade

“This could start WWIII.” Ryan

“Direct casualties, how many.” I

“100, 150 million.” Sethra

“What happens if we kill him?” said Courtney earning her some looks. “I mean how bad could the repercussions be?” Courtney

“It’s 100 million people it doesn’t matter what the repercussions are.” Pitt

“It would be a group of Americans killing the leader of powerful country that itself could trigger III” Trudy

“III centered and directed at the US.” Shade

They all looked to me. “We just won’t get caught then.”

“So what do we do?” Pitt

“You guys go to school, Ryan back to work, and the rest of us are gonna finish planning the party.” I said which was returned with a blank stares.

“I’m really starting to get paranoid about our movements being watched I don’t want anyone to think we’re about to make a move.”

“How can we plan without any time. This is a major operation it needs major recon and major logistics.”

“We have few days we’ll do it when we should be sleeping. A few modafinil each and we won’t even mind. That and some addys.”

“Drugs during a world crisis? Naughty naughty.” said Pitt smiling

“We’re already on every steroid, hormone, and SCGT just stay in shape. You don’t think that has more of an effect on our mental states than any psychotropic ever could?” Trudy

“Wait till we start jacking shit during the operation. You’ll change your mind.” Shade

Me and Courtney could add nothing more than to smile and nod.

“What about Ryan coming over couldn’t someone have noticed that?” Trudy

“If they know us that well then we were fucked before this even happened.” Sethra “Vlad logic.” she said explaining her statement

“Ok then, so, to summerize we’re going to throw a huge party while planning a globe changing assassination,

trying to pull it all off unnoticed in under three days cause that’s how long it will take to put mass destruction into the hands off crazies. This is gonna be fun.”

“You know we might have been better prepared for this if you’d let us come on operations Sethra

“We haven’t had any opps in three years.” Courtney said. Sethra just stared.

“I’m sorry if I was an overprotective mother not letting my fourteen year old fight against trained killers.”

“So I was thinking on part of the pool bottom we could put that OLED film across the all of it, and I

know the whole point of having the glass is so the people in the basement and the swimmers can see each other, but what if we leave

the film mostly transparent and have wonderful images floating around every once in a while.” I

“Like fish and shit swimming around?” Courtney

“If we add rainbows and stuff I’m in.” Trudy “In” “In”

* * *

That evening instead of me and Courtney scoring the new bagger girl at the grocery store the six of us

gathered, the other four presumably feeling the same minus the bagger girl guilt. So entirely different.

“So we’ll get some Russian gear and pretend to be, ya know, Russian.” I

“We might need a few more details to ‘ya know’ survive.” Courtney

“Pitts has arms connections in Russia.” Courtney gave him an astonished look.

I continued “Sethra is the best strategist, loathes disagreement, let alone compromise.”

Courtney acknowledged the first begrudgingly the second enthusiastically.

“That and the grocery doesn’t close for another ten minutes.”

“The little brunette bagger girl?” Pitt

“Hell yeah!”

“Five bucks says she goes nuts on top.” Pitt “It’s an eight or ninth sense.”

* * *

We woke up, I think simultaneously, Brook tucked into my right arm Courtney’s head

resting on my left pec staring up at me smiling.

“Breakfast.” A like twelve syllable word for me.

We stumbled downstairs to find french toast and coffee. And the others.

“So how’s the planning committee?” Courtney

“The absolute best weapons Russia has to offer are stolen American weapons, and the second tier aren’t so great.

And Russian protection suits don’t exist as the only thing they have enough of to waste is people. But that’s ok cause we’ll just

install a burn mechanism in our suits.” Pitt

“You know Mrs. Butterworths had a breast reduction.” I interposed

“Really?” Sethra

“She used to have some real nice cans.” I “And you could tell she was black.”

“You guys planning to kill somebody in Russia?” Brook

“Korea, made to look like a Russian hit.” Sethra

“It’s kewl, we’re also throwing a party so our karma’s balanced.” Courtney

“He’s evil karma’s on our side there too.” I

“I don’t think karma approves of killing in general.” Trudy

“As long as what you’re doing is good overall you’re fine.” Brook

Courtney replied “For the forseeable future.”

“Ah but who holds vigil on the unforseeable future.” I

“Blind people.” Pitt, lollers.

“How the hell are you two gonna focus during class?” Shade

“It’s neurobiology you don’t need to focus.” Sethra

Shade gave her a look.

“It’s the only discipline where you stress the things you don’t know and why you can’t know them.” Sethra

“It’s galileo prevention.” I “In the past the gods were among the stars, when he showed

the stars were not as they thought he destroyed/altered their vision of god.

Now god is in their minds. They must protect him and keep him from change. The better question is how am I gonna focus?”

* * *

“Vers” “Vers. Are you ready?” Shade

“I’m always fucking ready motherfucker.”

“What were you thinking about.”

“I was trying to permanently burn last night into my mind by reexperiencing it with all my senses.

Of course I’ve already lost nearly all of it besides a few hi-lights and general thoughts and feelings.”

“It’s not lost it just isn’t right in front of you. When you start to have similar sensations it’ll come back.” Courtney “Just take some serotonin

I gave a confused look.

“We attached it to bradykinin molecules to smuggle it across the blood brain barrier, it’s the yellow button.” Shade

I smiled and hit it. A few seconds later I really smiled wideyed.

“What are the other buttons?”

Pointing “Meth, MDMA, serotonin, adrenalin, heroine, morphine, psilocybin, LSD.”

“People do work better when they’re happy.” I

“Makes up for the crap weaponry.” Courtney said with a shit eating grin.

As the compound came into sight three planes few by traveling many times faster leaving something like a sonic explosion.

Our only outside help was gone from view even before the antiaircraft guns erupted into flames.

Ryan and Marc our piolets slowed allowing us to exit, those stationary laying down cover fire for those descending.

My group of Sethra, Jen and Craig alighted the south wing as I lowered a little further to the cut power and communications lines.

The hellis turned and fired as defenses emerged.

I placed mines on obvious feeds along with the hidden ones leaving one extra that I gave to a gnome hoping he’d know where to put it.

The other group Courtney, Trudy, Shade and Pitt were hopefully doing the same on their side. Hopefully as our lives depended on it.

The unmistakable feel of EMPs came from the tower, but the copters were protected from that as well as most everything else.

They were no Russian mass produced crap. The top floors of the central tower ceased to exist as Marc fired a rocket

while presumably Ryan engaged the signal jammer causing static to erupt from our short range communication system.

“With this much distortion we’ll need signal enhancers every thirty.” I

“What!?”

Maybe less I thought to myself.

Flash, and a moment passed as new lenses were replaced to my nightvision.

We raced into the building knowing all was lost if Yong-chun reached the escape tunnels.

The power went completely as the mines sounded.

Craig forced open the elevator doors and Jen shot down through them enough to ensure death to any possible occupants.

We jumped on top, Sethra swinging down for a second to click 5B and set a mine.

Counting the floors we stopped our selves at nine opened the doors descending the stairs as the we felt the boom.

I heard a staticy Pitt give coordinates for a bunkerbuster airstrike.

Then Courtney “How do you know?”

“It’s where I’d dig.”

Apparently it was enough. Both groups entered the sublevel to a blast of concrete and dust, the northerly tunnel collapsing.

“Three minute ETA on air support two minute scram time.” I barely heard Marc say.

Without even a word we separate again each group to one tunnel leaving the fourth open hoping the odds wouldn’t fail us.

A moment later my music cut out interrupted by Courtney “Something feels wrong.”

“This is no measured retreat, they’re on a suicide mission.” Trudy

“Take the fourth tunnel.” Sethra

* * *

My group met weak resistance one that meant they thought we were too late or on the wrong trail.

I drove myself faster sure I was on the right path.

“To me!” I yelled

“We’re coming.” Courtney

“1:30.” Marc

I prepared myself to round a bend and saw Courtney’s group sprinting towards us and smiled.

At opposite angles Craig and I led the way firing short range while Sethra sniped the long as Jen called out high explosion and long range weapons to her.

The sound of engines and a 90 degree turn lie ahead. “Wait there’s five…” Jen

I stridered off the far corner my high friction soles allowing me to jump off the wall shooting down on three guards as they tried to adjust their aim.

Craig swept down pivoting around the corner blindly backhanding a knife up and into the chest of one as he slid the length down the throat of another with a left reverse grip.

Ahead were five vehicles pulling away as the final passengers scrambled in.

All of them wearing nanodefense suits many of them of the same design.

We were essentially out of weapons.

Courtney had them five seconds behind.

I came flying down directly into a sprint drawing my firey katana taking a few well aimed shots from their rear guard.

Sethra let her dagger fly deflecting a grenade from my path.

“Fire forty yards in front of me n..!” The exit collapsed crushing the lead car.

A rocket flew by impacting near Jen.

I struck through their suits the fabric not contracting to the type of attack, they fall but I still take damage.

My sword flies out of my hands leaving me weaponless.

Sethra exchanged weapons with a perimeter guard shooting, reaiming, shooting the rear guard’s launcher to the ground.

Then she turned back throwing the gun back at him apparently not happy with it’s performance.

And we see Courtney’s team round the corner fully loaded.

Courtney shooting out the lights assuming our night lenses would work.

Mine did not.

I watched for muzzle flashes attacking at angles I knew not what.

Brightness and more brightness, the vehicles turned towards us accelerating.

“Me and Trude got the rear.” said Shade

I ran towards the vehicles trying to get past their firing angle bouncing off the impacts till I was through.

Courtney and Pitt take out several of their mounted artilleries.

Shade calls out “I got the lead car.” and two seconds later it explodes.

Sethra picked up my sword glowing brightly from the heat it emitted and stabbed it through the window of the second car killing the driver, losing the sword.

A shot fires from inside the car and someone was gently reminded that bullet proofing works both ways.

Pitt jumped on top of the second car bending down as the door opened snapping a neck.

But Pitt falls as the car lurches forward again.

Courtney takes out the armored car’s sensors blinding it.

The third car far ahead the second behind then the armored following blind scraping along the right wall.

The third is bolting Shade and Trudy the only ones in the way

Shade crouched his minimech suit leaning and thrusting forward up under and into the front transaxel flipping the vehicle.

Two exited from the far side trying to set a perimeter as the other cars came to their defense.

Yong must be a passenger of the flipped car.

Sethra had regained her dagger, I had regained my focus adding the necessary chemicals and blasting NFG.

“And if I stop ever thinking of you”

We all converged.

* * *

A larger more mechanized personnel armament device exited, it must be him.

The second car looks like it’s going to overshoot then applies the rear breaks and spins firing upon us but yielding no results.

I reached down to regain my sword and there was a pause

this tiny fraction of a second, almost a moment, but comparatively forever.

* * *

guards exiting the armored car.

Courtney looking to Shade’s rear checking for reinforcements and seeing none.

Shade on Trudy taking in her positioning.

Trudy on Sethra, Sethra to Pitt. Pitt to Chun.

Racing forward a few steps, several sharp impacts, and we are upon them.

Sethra goes down in front of the main car but gets up savagely stabbing her opponent’s chest driving through lifting and throwing him back.

Those from the armored car occupy Shade.

Trudy and Pitt rush the main Pitt is blown back by a rocket fired by Chun.

I too headed for the main pack specifically at Chun but was waylaid by two elite guards and two of his personal honor guards.

I reluctantly drop my sword drawing my knives.

One honor guard took on Courtney, one went to finish off Pitt.

Two elites engaged with Trudy while Sethra takes three.

Shade crushes his four elites one at a time but takes a rocket to the back as he finishes.

Pitt cranks the honor guard moving on towards Chun.

I struggle with my twos making their differing styles conflict with each other.

The Hg’s looking to make a single finalizing blow, the Elites looking to gain any slight advantage.

Courtney scored an ippon throwing her Hg to the side towards Trudy.

Trudy receives him her Elites still falling her knives spraying blood.

Sethra kills one, two allowing the third to strike. Into her chest he drives it home, she reaches back around finishing him, stumbles.

Pitt slips with Chun’s strikes taking punishment looking for an angle.

I block an Hg to strongly letting an Elite to take my side.

It sinks in deep but he’s given up the Hg’s back and Courtney takes it.

I step forward taking one in each arm pushing forward letting my arms slide.

As my knives slash across each chest I pull back slightly and sharply then plunge them home.

Courtney eviscerates the other my sword pulsing in her hands.

And Pitt goes down.

* * *

Bullrushing Shade attacks but Chun’s mech is stronger and tosses Shade to the side.

I tackle him at the knees knocking him to his back.

And Courtney plunges the sword into his chest nailing him to the ground.

He struggles to move. In anger I tear his helmet off.

And it’s Tran and he smiles, everything explodes.

* * *

Aaaaaaaahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

* * *

Rrrrrraaaaagggggggh

* * *

“We pulled him out too quickly he couldn’t readjust.”

* * *

“His brain activity went off the charts .07 degrees above the temp we used for routine nutrient infusions.”

“And when we tried to ease it back down his mind crashed. All activity stopped.”

“We went back to the planned process hoping to regain him with traditional DBS once he was fully animated again.”

“But he came back where he left off, mind racing. We thought we might get his functions back and deliver neurologic depressants directly into the carotid, but he went blank again just before we got his heart started.”

* * *

“He blew a fuse in his mind. There was too much, too rapid change.”

“Now there’s just random spiking in a few brain centers. The bad ones.”

* * *

“I’m going to be taking over. I’m going to bring him back.”

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