The Other Excerpt 5emperialNovember 6 2007, 06:31:35 UTC
Every so often, Heller would slam his hand down on the table at a meeting and make some bluntly-revealing statement that rankled the egos and cowed the loyalists and just amused the handful of people who did not fall into either category, but today was not one of those days. Today he had only contempt for the whole process, and dismay at the thought of repeating it again a week from now.
It was not so much a cell as a concrete box, windowless, and with only a chair and a table bolted to the floor. The prisoner slept in one corner and defecated in another. The room stank of human waste, but the puppeteer-masters were oblivious to the stench, operating as they did from such great distances, merely controlling the bodies of the guards remotely. They could if they chose inhabit these vessels, but they never did so. The risks involved were too dangerous.
They sent the guards in, five total, roused the prisoner and dragging him to the table. The puppeteer-masters had forgotten to feed him recently and he was disoriented with hunger. They would feed him after the interrogation. They needed him alive.
"Tell us tell us where do they keep the children the orphan children." Words came spilling out of the guard's mummified mouth like dry branches tumbling over one another.
"General Heller." She said it aloud because she liked to say it, the combination of his name and title evoking a mental image of fiery destruction. General, raise Hell, burn them to the ground. It was such a perfect name she wished she could have had it for herself instead of the name they had given her. While she truly despised the concept of being named, some names, she perceived, were better than others
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Excerpt 7 (cont.,)emperialNovember 22 2007, 04:02:54 UTC
The Commander was never known for being the most controlled individual. She exploded with indignant anger, leaning towards him with a hiss in her voice. "I haven't even told you what it is I want you to do!""And if you do explain, will it change my answer?" Heller deadpanned
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As he puttered through his workshop, drifting from one half-finished project to another, Dr. M tried to pretend he was something less than desperately lonely for the company of his best friend. True, he worked more when left to his own devices, but without someone to explain things to, there was less fun in it. Even if Antipov never understood a single piece of the science behind M's inventions, M still liked trying to explain them. His analogies to the behavior of subatomic particles or molecular compounds rarely helped. Antipov always listened anyway. The point was not to understand the concepts. It was enough to sit and talk together
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At the threshold between dimensions, Kazuhiko stood on the cusp of infinity. He could almost picture, in his own way, the panoply of a thousand million worlds laid out before him, and the knowledge that he was about to commit himself to just the one
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