CHAPTER 13

Evan Barrow, former EMT and owner/operator of the machine once known as his body, sat in a corner of a glass-walled room of his own making, knees clutched against his chest, and watched Dieter toss two pills into his mouth.  The monster driving Evan’s body chewed the bitter tablets, crunching noisily before swallowing.  He drank cold and stale coffee from a stained cup to chase the pills into his gullet, then went to the sink and dropped it into the dirty water.  Dieter strode into the tiny living room of the apartment once inhabited by a nemesis Evan had come to regard as mythic, sat on the stained sofa and waited for the drug to take effect.

It won’t be long, now, Evan thought.

“It won’t be long, now,”...

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