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Previously on Caprica...
As Clarice struggles with her life post-Atlas Arena, she is summoned by Zoe in V-World, who begins to help her define a new mission in the service of the One True God. (Episode Seventeen - posted 12/20/11)
SEASON FINALE!
Caprica Season 2, Episode Eighteen
Enuma Elis, Pt. 2
By Bernard Keyer
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Soft light rippled off the water through the tall tele-glass windows of the Graystone home. Amanda stood nearby, staring out into the distance, her mind wandering while her morning coffee fogged the window near where she held it.
It was mornings like this that Amanda felt most alive, most in tune with nature, something she missed from her younger years when money was leaner and all she and Daniel really had was each other. The sun could be seen lightly rising over the mountain forests across the bay, the glimmer of its warmth and light dancing across the water as Apollo greeted the world. She found peace in these moments and in the ocean which was always changing, always cleansing, and always powerful.
She remembered when she first fell in love with the ocean years ago. Daniel had managed to con the overseer of the Delphi Convalescent Institute to sneak Amanda out for an afternoon with him, back when he was only her fiance.
“Honey, I promise I'm going to marry you,” Daniel spoke reassuringly as the two walked through Orpheus park.
“I just―I―why? Why do you want to marry me? I'm crazy, Daniel! I'm crazy.” Amanda gasped between words, trying to contain herself.
“Honey,” Daniel spoke, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You are the most amazing woman in my life. When I said I would marry you, I’ve never meant something more in my life. I love you.” His tone softened as he pulled her closer.
She stood unmoving, her arms at her sides. Her gaze wandered through the trees as the clouds seemed to part before her and the sun began to shine across the Caprica Bay, glittering into her eyes. Amanda squinted, straining to see through the glare. Standing at the dock, the dark silhouette of a man morphed into the light.
“Daniel, oh gods,” she panicked, tension raising in her voice.
“I love you.” Daniel whispered in her ear.
Amanda looked to the shape as it seemed to turn to look at her. She recognized it: he always haunted her, always from a distance. The glare brightened around the man as he reached out his arms and disappeared into the light as one diving into a pool of sun. Darius faded into the light of the afternoon like a dream into the ether upon consciousness. Amanda watched as the sun glittered off the water and peace began to flow through her and for the first time in weeks, she relaxed. Raising her arms, she finally held Daniel, her fiance, in a loving embrace.
“Amanda.” A flat, computerized voice broke the silence. At once, her attention snapped back to the present, standing in her living room, cooling coffee in hand.
“Yes, Serge?”
“It is seven past eight, and Zoe is not responding to my wake-up calls.”
“Oh, gods,” Amanda said, walking across the room, anger growing within her. “Zoe! Get your butt in here! You're going to be late!”
“Alright, alright! Stop yelling!” Zoe exclaimed, walking into the living room, partially dressed for the day. “I'm up.”
“If I didn't know any better, I'd say those looked like holoband marks by your eyes. Were you up late on the holoband again, Zoe? Zoe!” Amanda's tone grew increasingly bitter as she followed the insolent child to the kitchen where Zoe grabbed a fruit to eat.
“No. You confiscated it. Remember?”
“You had better be out here in five minutes or I'll―“
“You'll what?” Zoe interrupted, turning around, cocking her head forward. “You'll Leave me here? Fine! I don't need to go to that academy anyway. What good is it? It's just a bunch of prissy little rich kids,” she finished, biting into her apple and walking to her room.
“You show more respect for that school, young lady. That happens to be the best―“
“―school that cubits can buy. I know!”
“That is not what I was going to say, Zoe.”
“No? Well, it should be. Athena isn't my house Goddess anyway. It's Hecate! Hear that mom? Hecate!”
“I've heard enough of this. Get dressed. We're leaving in five minutes.”
Amanda's fear and lack of control showed, and it amused Zoe, who scoffed and returned to her room. Amanda ran her hand through her hair, looking around her home. Zoe could be so difficult sometimes, and it perplexed Amanda. She didn't understand why she acted out so much. If she had even half the things Zoe had growing up, she would have been ecstatic but instead, Zoe was insolent and juvenile. Amanda checked her watch and walked out the front door to the car. Zoe would be late: again.
The door to his office opened slowly as Joseph Adama walked out into the hallway of the courthouse, his footsteps echoed as he carried his briefcase in his black-gloved hands, walking amongst the curious glances of onlookers cognizant of his pain.
“What are we if we're not free? Huh? What worth is there in our lives and those of our people if we're not free to live them!” Sam Adama spoke passionately to the Guatrau, his chair across from hers in the back room of Goldie's. “We can’t sit and watch our people die at the hands of these sihamas.”
In the mid-afternoon light, Fidelia sat amongst her guards, Guatrau of Caprica City. Her attention shifted slightly, moving closer to Sam.
“I agree. Something should be done.” she spoke gently, weighing his proposition. “How many soldiers are we skimming?”
“At this point we have almost two cargo containers full of these guys waiting to be shipped off to Tauron. I’ve seen them in action, Fiddy,” Sam’s face lit up as he leaned forward. “The massacre at the Sky Bar. One—just one of them. That’s all it took! Sick mother frakkers didn’t even see it coming!”
Fidelia seemed impressed and nodded. She looked at the table, choosing her words carefully.
“And what of Yusif?” Fidelia looked Sam straight in the eye. “He needs you right now.”
“Yusif is lost,” he said. “No one can help him now. Not me, not Evelyn.”
“How can sending you on a crusade to Tauron help him?” Fidelia spoke with compassion, which annoyed Sam all the more. “It's a noble cause, Sam, but I cannot sanction it. Not for you.”
Sam’s rage built up behind his cool stare as he looked up at the Guatrau, eyes fixated on hers.
“Your request is approved, and I will take some time to consider another candidate to lead the effort.” At that, Sam stood from the chair and began to leave.
“Samuel,” Fidelia spoke sharply, standing up.
“Yes, Guatrau.”
The two looked at each other as if across a great unspoken void.
“I know you don't trust me yet,” she began, walking around chairs, moving closer to him, transitioning into their native Tauron. “[I never meant to hurt Yoseef. Or Shannon.]” Sam stepped away as Fidelia raised her hands to calm him, continuing in Caprican.
“Please, Sam. Do not confuse my failures as a child with my abilities as an adult. I have no disregard for justice.”
Her eyes fixated deeply on his, her hand moving to touch his arm, only pulling away as she took a step back to regroup her thoughts.
“As much as you may not have agreed with him at all times, you had faith in my father. I need you to have faith in me. I'm here now because unlike my father, I have the interests of our people in my mind, and you and Yusif are two of my people.”
At that, the door opened and Joseph walked into the room behind Sam. “Oh, I'm sorry,” Joseph spoke, about to turn around and walk out.
“No, it's okay. We were just leaving.” Sam spoke, grabbing Joseph's arm and walking out the door, leaving Fidelia standing in the center of the room, as the door closed behind Joseph and Sam.
“Can you believe her?” Sam spoke angrily to his brother as they exited Goldie’s, out into the bustle of passersby and loud traffic.
“What's wrong? Fidelia makes a good Guatrau.”
“Yusif,” Sam spoke, turning to look at his brother. “It's not about being a good Guatrau. It's about―“ he trailed off.
“What? Sam? What is it?” The two stood in silence a moment.
“You,” Sam said finally. “You want to come over for dinner tonight? Larry's making your favourite. We would like it if you came.”
“No, no,” Joseph spoke quietly, having turned down this offer nearly every night for the past month. “It's ok. I'm gonna spend the evening at home.”
Sam looked to his brother disapprovingly, knowing what that meant. “Have you spoken to Evelyn?”
“Not since the burial, no.” Joseph responded, staring at the pavement as they walked downtown.
“She blames herself, you know? She was suppose to watch Willie and he―“
“He saved our lives, Sam,” Joseph interrupted, looking his brother in the face. “That's all he did. There's no guilt there.”
“Alright, alright,” Sam agreed as he embraced his brother. “You should still talk to her. She needs you right now, as much as you need her.”
“I know.” Joseph admitted, glancing at passing cars. Sam looked to his brother, intrigued that he had been that truthful with himself.
“Look, I need my time too,” Joseph finally admitted, giving his brother a reassuring glance. “I'll call her tonight.”
“All right” Sam said smirking, finally reassured.
Soft light rippled off the water through the tall tele-glass windows of the Graystone home. Amanda stood nearby, staring out into the distance, her mind wandering while her morning coffee fogged the window near where she held it.
It was mornings like this that Amanda felt most alive, most in tune with nature, something she missed from her younger years when money was leaner and all she and Daniel really had was each other. The sun could be seen lightly rising over the mountain forests across the bay, the glimmer of its warmth and light dancing across the water as Apollo greeted the world. She found peace in these moments and in the ocean which was always changing, always cleansing, and always powerful.
She remembered when she first fell in love with the ocean years ago. Daniel had managed to con the overseer of the Delphi Convalescent Institute to sneak Amanda out for an afternoon with him, back when he was only her fiance.
“Honey, I promise I'm going to marry you,” Daniel spoke reassuringly as the two walked through Orpheus park.
“I just―I―why? Why do you want to marry me? I'm crazy, Daniel! I'm crazy.” Amanda gasped between words, trying to contain herself.
“Honey,” Daniel spoke, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You are the most amazing woman in my life. When I said I would marry you, I’ve never meant something more in my life. I love you.” His tone softened as he pulled her closer.
She stood unmoving, her arms at her sides. Her gaze wandered through the trees as the clouds seemed to part before her and the sun began to shine across the Caprica Bay, glittering into her eyes. Amanda squinted, straining to see through the glare. Standing at the dock, the dark silhouette of a man morphed into the light.
“Daniel, oh gods,” she panicked, tension raising in her voice.
“I love you.” Daniel whispered in her ear.
Amanda looked to the shape as it seemed to turn to look at her. She recognized it: he always haunted her, always from a distance. The glare brightened around the man as he reached out his arms and disappeared into the light as one diving into a pool of sun. Darius faded into the light of the afternoon like a dream into the ether upon consciousness. Amanda watched as the sun glittered off the water and peace began to flow through her and for the first time in weeks, she relaxed. Raising her arms, she finally held Daniel, her fiance, in a loving embrace.
“Amanda.” A flat, computerized voice broke the silence. At once, her attention snapped back to the present, standing in her living room, cooling coffee in hand.
“Yes, Serge?”
“It is seven past eight, and Zoe is not responding to my wake-up calls.”
“Oh, gods,” Amanda said, walking across the room, anger growing within her. “Zoe! Get your butt in here! You're going to be late!”
“Alright, alright! Stop yelling!” Zoe exclaimed, walking into the living room, partially dressed for the day. “I'm up.”
“If I didn't know any better, I'd say those looked like holoband marks by your eyes. Were you up late on the holoband again, Zoe? Zoe!” Amanda's tone grew increasingly bitter as she followed the insolent child to the kitchen where Zoe grabbed a fruit to eat.
“No. You confiscated it. Remember?”
“You had better be out here in five minutes or I'll―“
“You'll what?” Zoe interrupted, turning around, cocking her head forward. “You'll Leave me here? Fine! I don't need to go to that academy anyway. What good is it? It's just a bunch of prissy little rich kids,” she finished, biting into her apple and walking to her room.
“You show more respect for that school, young lady. That happens to be the best―“
“―school that cubits can buy. I know!”
“That is not what I was going to say, Zoe.”
“No? Well, it should be. Athena isn't my house Goddess anyway. It's Hecate! Hear that mom? Hecate!”
“I've heard enough of this. Get dressed. We're leaving in five minutes.”
Amanda's fear and lack of control showed, and it amused Zoe, who scoffed and returned to her room. Amanda ran her hand through her hair, looking around her home. Zoe could be so difficult sometimes, and it perplexed Amanda. She didn't understand why she acted out so much. If she had even half the things Zoe had growing up, she would have been ecstatic but instead, Zoe was insolent and juvenile. Amanda checked her watch and walked out the front door to the car. Zoe would be late: again.
The door to his office opened slowly as Joseph Adama walked out into the hallway of the courthouse, his footsteps echoed as he carried his briefcase in his black-gloved hands, walking amongst the curious glances of onlookers cognizant of his pain.
“What are we if we're not free? Huh? What worth is there in our lives and those of our people if we're not free to live them!” Sam Adama spoke passionately to the Guatrau, his chair across from hers in the back room of Goldie's. “We can’t sit and watch our people die at the hands of these sihamas.”
In the mid-afternoon light, Fidelia sat amongst her guards, Guatrau of Caprica City. Her attention shifted slightly, moving closer to Sam.
“I agree. Something should be done.” she spoke gently, weighing his proposition. “How many soldiers are we skimming?”
“At this point we have almost two cargo containers full of these guys waiting to be shipped off to Tauron. I’ve seen them in action, Fiddy,” Sam’s face lit up as he leaned forward. “The massacre at the Sky Bar. One—just one of them. That’s all it took! Sick mother frakkers didn’t even see it coming!”
Fidelia seemed impressed and nodded. She looked at the table, choosing her words carefully.
“And what of Yusif?” Fidelia looked Sam straight in the eye. “He needs you right now.”
“Yusif is lost,” he said. “No one can help him now. Not me, not Evelyn.”
“How can sending you on a crusade to Tauron help him?” Fidelia spoke with compassion, which annoyed Sam all the more. “It's a noble cause, Sam, but I cannot sanction it. Not for you.”
Sam’s rage built up behind his cool stare as he looked up at the Guatrau, eyes fixated on hers.
“Your request is approved, and I will take some time to consider another candidate to lead the effort.” At that, Sam stood from the chair and began to leave.
“Samuel,” Fidelia spoke sharply, standing up.
“Yes, Guatrau.”
The two looked at each other as if across a great unspoken void.
“I know you don't trust me yet,” she began, walking around chairs, moving closer to him, transitioning into their native Tauron. “[I never meant to hurt Yoseef. Or Shannon.]” Sam stepped away as Fidelia raised her hands to calm him, continuing in Caprican.
“Please, Sam. Do not confuse my failures as a child with my abilities as an adult. I have no disregard for justice.”
Her eyes fixated deeply on his, her hand moving to touch his arm, only pulling away as she took a step back to regroup her thoughts.
“As much as you may not have agreed with him at all times, you had faith in my father. I need you to have faith in me. I'm here now because unlike my father, I have the interests of our people in my mind, and you and Yusif are two of my people.”
At that, the door opened and Joseph walked into the room behind Sam. “Oh, I'm sorry,” Joseph spoke, about to turn around and walk out.
“No, it's okay. We were just leaving.” Sam spoke, grabbing Joseph's arm and walking out the door, leaving Fidelia standing in the center of the room, as the door closed behind Joseph and Sam.
“Can you believe her?” Sam spoke angrily to his brother as they exited Goldie’s, out into the bustle of passersby and loud traffic.
“What's wrong? Fidelia makes a good Guatrau.”
“Yusif,” Sam spoke, turning to look at his brother. “It's not about being a good Guatrau. It's about―“ he trailed off.
“What? Sam? What is it?” The two stood in silence a moment.
“You,” Sam said finally. “You want to come over for dinner tonight? Larry's making your favourite. We would like it if you came.”
“No, no,” Joseph spoke quietly, having turned down this offer nearly every night for the past month. “It's ok. I'm gonna spend the evening at home.”
Sam looked to his brother disapprovingly, knowing what that meant. “Have you spoken to Evelyn?”
“Not since the burial, no.” Joseph responded, staring at the pavement as they walked downtown.
“She blames herself, you know? She was suppose to watch Willie and he―“
“He saved our lives, Sam,” Joseph interrupted, looking his brother in the face. “That's all he did. There's no guilt there.”
“Alright, alright,” Sam agreed as he embraced his brother. “You should still talk to her. She needs you right now, as much as you need her.”
“I know.” Joseph admitted, glancing at passing cars. Sam looked to his brother, intrigued that he had been that truthful with himself.
“Look, I need my time too,” Joseph finally admitted, giving his brother a reassuring glance. “I'll call her tonight.”
“All right” Sam said smirking, finally reassured.
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__ “How's Daddy doing?” Zoe asked, walking through the living room of her
virtual home. The mid-afternoon light shone through the tall
windows as it did constantly, reflecting off of Zoe's liquid-silver
dress which flowed with every concerned step she took past her mother,
who sat attentively on the arm of the couch.
“You know how he is. He's delving straight into his work.” Amanda smiled, her love for her husband apparent.
“Has anyone found Sister Clarice yet?”
“No, honey. The GDD would be looking for her but the whole department is being investigated and rebuilt after their Director was found to be part of the STO, everyone doubts their ability to function.”
Amanda walked over to Zoe, raising her daughter's chin with a finger.
“It's gonna be okay, Zoe,” Amanda smiled lightly, embracing her child. “We're together again.”
Zoe exhaled, relaxing. It had been weeks and despite her mothers advice, Zoe had been scouring the web for Clarice, even going so far as to develop software to search specifically for her activity, but so far nothing had come of it.
“Mom, have you heard from Lacy?” Amanda remained holding her daughter, quietly thinking.
“Lacy? I haven't heard from her since,” she pulled away to look her daughter in the eye, “since I went to her house months ago.”
Zoe looked concerned. “How was she?”
“She seemed preoccupied.”
Zoe scoffed to herself while Amanda hesitated a moment.
“Would you like me to bring her here?”
Zoe walked away and looked out towards the water for a moment. Beautiful azure waves crested perfectly against the seawall in predictable fashions, obviously programmed by her father. I could've done better, she thought. Her thoughts returning to Lacy. Turning back around, she smiled lightly.
“Yeah. I'd like to see her.”
“No, no, that's―that's unacceptable. I can't be expected to―“ Daniel Graystone spoke into his phone, picking up a grape from a small plate of fruit on the kitchen table.
“Cyrus, that model isn't designed for that―I understand. Look, just―get it done. Thanks.”
Amanda sat on the living room couch, holoband on her head. She had been there for many hours, unmoving. Daniel looked away, laughing lightly to himself, tempted to kiss his wife's neck in the way he use to tease her when they were younger to test her real world response.
Daniel walked down into his downstairs lab. After the attack upon his residence by Clarice Willow and her husbands in an attempt to assassinate him and his wife, he had decided to upgrade his security with modified technology intended for the CYLON systems. Adapted from the first wave, the new lab would act more self sufficient as a panic room where he and anyone else could go to get away from any sort of danger. He knew that Clarice Willow was still at large as well as most of the STO who had attempted to assassinate him. He knew to expect more attacks.
Walking down the hall, Daniel was pleased to see his employees had nearly finished installing the bio-mimetic sensor screens that flowed with patterned red lights down the center of the now silvery-metallic bullet proof walls they hung in stark contrast upon. He entered the lab where the U-87 prototype lay in pieces and marveled at it, as if staring at his own flesh and blood―his own child.
“Dr. Graystone, I didn't know you'd be here so soon―“ spoke a young male voice from across the room, putting out a cigarette and closing a few windows on his computer readout.
“Don't worry, Doctor. I won't be in your way,” Daniel responded, sitting down to his piano, beginning to play a mid-tempo classical piece.
“I was just about to start rebuilding the model. The arm is pretty messed up and the chassis has a few bullet holes. When they shot, it got up under the chest piece because of their angle which hit a few servos―“
“That's why it seems like it shut down. It lost its hydraulics.” Daniel spoke, continuing his virtuoso piece on the piano. “It bled to death. No hydraulics, no movement, no Cylon. We should probably fix that.” He finished, getting up from the chair.
“Yes Doctor. But I guess that's why the Army models have such good shielding. You almost can’t take them down.”
“You know,” Daniel began speaking again, having been reminded. “I meant what I said weeks ago: I never forget someone who helps me.” The young doctor stood near his station, unsure of what Dr. Graystone was going to say.
“It's come to my attention that we need someone who has intimate knowledge of the Cylon design to help me develop the centurion of the future. There are so many possible applications for a cylon, and―well―you're my man for the job. What do you say, Doctor―” Daniel trailed off.
“Drew―I mean―Miseo. Dr. Drew Miseo.”
The two stood in silence a moment as the young doctor shook with excitement. “Of course, Dr. Graystone. I would be honored.”
Daniel smiled. “Good, I'll leave you to it then” he finished, walking out of his lab and up the stairs.
Dr. Miseo stood over the U-87 prototype, studying it for a minute. He didn’t trust this model and he feared he never would. Too many weird bugs were hidden in its system. Philomon was the one who really loved this robot and would have been asked to develop more for Dr. Graystone if it hadn’t killed him when it tried to escape the lab. He rubbed the suture wound where they had reconnected his finger tip after this model sliced it off, his index finger still numb as he touched the computer screen to run a final diagnostic.
“Okay. Let's get this bitch working.”
“You know how he is. He's delving straight into his work.” Amanda smiled, her love for her husband apparent.
“Has anyone found Sister Clarice yet?”
“No, honey. The GDD would be looking for her but the whole department is being investigated and rebuilt after their Director was found to be part of the STO, everyone doubts their ability to function.”
Amanda walked over to Zoe, raising her daughter's chin with a finger.
“It's gonna be okay, Zoe,” Amanda smiled lightly, embracing her child. “We're together again.”
Zoe exhaled, relaxing. It had been weeks and despite her mothers advice, Zoe had been scouring the web for Clarice, even going so far as to develop software to search specifically for her activity, but so far nothing had come of it.
“Mom, have you heard from Lacy?” Amanda remained holding her daughter, quietly thinking.
“Lacy? I haven't heard from her since,” she pulled away to look her daughter in the eye, “since I went to her house months ago.”
Zoe looked concerned. “How was she?”
“She seemed preoccupied.”
Zoe scoffed to herself while Amanda hesitated a moment.
“Would you like me to bring her here?”
Zoe walked away and looked out towards the water for a moment. Beautiful azure waves crested perfectly against the seawall in predictable fashions, obviously programmed by her father. I could've done better, she thought. Her thoughts returning to Lacy. Turning back around, she smiled lightly.
“Yeah. I'd like to see her.”
“No, no, that's―that's unacceptable. I can't be expected to―“ Daniel Graystone spoke into his phone, picking up a grape from a small plate of fruit on the kitchen table.
“Cyrus, that model isn't designed for that―I understand. Look, just―get it done. Thanks.”
Amanda sat on the living room couch, holoband on her head. She had been there for many hours, unmoving. Daniel looked away, laughing lightly to himself, tempted to kiss his wife's neck in the way he use to tease her when they were younger to test her real world response.
Daniel walked down into his downstairs lab. After the attack upon his residence by Clarice Willow and her husbands in an attempt to assassinate him and his wife, he had decided to upgrade his security with modified technology intended for the CYLON systems. Adapted from the first wave, the new lab would act more self sufficient as a panic room where he and anyone else could go to get away from any sort of danger. He knew that Clarice Willow was still at large as well as most of the STO who had attempted to assassinate him. He knew to expect more attacks.
Walking down the hall, Daniel was pleased to see his employees had nearly finished installing the bio-mimetic sensor screens that flowed with patterned red lights down the center of the now silvery-metallic bullet proof walls they hung in stark contrast upon. He entered the lab where the U-87 prototype lay in pieces and marveled at it, as if staring at his own flesh and blood―his own child.
“Dr. Graystone, I didn't know you'd be here so soon―“ spoke a young male voice from across the room, putting out a cigarette and closing a few windows on his computer readout.
“Don't worry, Doctor. I won't be in your way,” Daniel responded, sitting down to his piano, beginning to play a mid-tempo classical piece.
“I was just about to start rebuilding the model. The arm is pretty messed up and the chassis has a few bullet holes. When they shot, it got up under the chest piece because of their angle which hit a few servos―“
“That's why it seems like it shut down. It lost its hydraulics.” Daniel spoke, continuing his virtuoso piece on the piano. “It bled to death. No hydraulics, no movement, no Cylon. We should probably fix that.” He finished, getting up from the chair.
“Yes Doctor. But I guess that's why the Army models have such good shielding. You almost can’t take them down.”
“You know,” Daniel began speaking again, having been reminded. “I meant what I said weeks ago: I never forget someone who helps me.” The young doctor stood near his station, unsure of what Dr. Graystone was going to say.
“It's come to my attention that we need someone who has intimate knowledge of the Cylon design to help me develop the centurion of the future. There are so many possible applications for a cylon, and―well―you're my man for the job. What do you say, Doctor―” Daniel trailed off.
“Drew―I mean―Miseo. Dr. Drew Miseo.”
The two stood in silence a moment as the young doctor shook with excitement. “Of course, Dr. Graystone. I would be honored.”
Daniel smiled. “Good, I'll leave you to it then” he finished, walking out of his lab and up the stairs.
Dr. Miseo stood over the U-87 prototype, studying it for a minute. He didn’t trust this model and he feared he never would. Too many weird bugs were hidden in its system. Philomon was the one who really loved this robot and would have been asked to develop more for Dr. Graystone if it hadn’t killed him when it tried to escape the lab. He rubbed the suture wound where they had reconnected his finger tip after this model sliced it off, his index finger still numb as he touched the computer screen to run a final diagnostic.
“Okay. Let's get this bitch working.”
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And "Enuma Elis" belongs to Bernard Keyer. No, the characters aren't his, and he can't get paid for it, but if you want to reprint it anywhere, it'd be nice if you asked.