Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection, a Giveaway, and a Freebie
Scanning over the fallen cyborg twice, my results are inconclusive on the existence of any kind of chemical or liquid that might be a cure. So I scan the room around us. Thrice. “There is no cure.” My neurons start to buzz more strongly than they ever have before.
I’m going to lose my captain, my creator, my companion-
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