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copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
The Amber Man
The lights came on, treacling back to my retinas.
“Here’s where we keep him, gentlemen.”
Humans. Real people, at last.
Squeeze their throats. Burst their brains.
“How is he not dead?
“Someone this powerful? If he could die from starvation, this setup wouldn’t have been necessary.”
Help me! For God’s sake, don’t leave me again!
Kill them. Kill them all!
“It’s a shame. His advances saved billions of lives.”
“He also slaughtered fifty million with his bare hands.”
“He looks so peaceful.”
“Thanks to the drugs. Inside though it’s a war: like an angel and demon caught together in amber.”
The Green-Walled Tower 