“I want to finish the meal,” he said.
But wars ended. Contracts dried up. And John, with his eerily calm digestion and his empty, metallic-smelling breath, became a liability. A living trash can with a pension plan.
He heard boots behind him.
John turned slowly. His eyes were human, mostly. The only part they hadn’t upgraded.
She frowned. “You want to swallow a bomb? Yourself?”
“You can push that button,” John said. “I’ll fall apart right here. But the samples are already with a journalist. And my body—what’s left of it—will be a crime scene they can’t bury.”
“I want to finish the meal,” he said.
But wars ended. Contracts dried up. And John, with his eerily calm digestion and his empty, metallic-smelling breath, became a liability. A living trash can with a pension plan. I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...
He heard boots behind him.
John turned slowly. His eyes were human, mostly. The only part they hadn’t upgraded. “I want to finish the meal,” he said
She frowned. “You want to swallow a bomb? Yourself?” “I want to finish the meal
“You can push that button,” John said. “I’ll fall apart right here. But the samples are already with a journalist. And my body—what’s left of it—will be a crime scene they can’t bury.”