-6 Months
Proxy Blue had lost her sarcastic smile, her expression becoming increasingly blank
and dispassionate. "In a shocking precedence, it has been made illegal for
psionic mutants to roam free. The legal blah, as we all know, says it's
compulsory for psionics to be registered because of the fear of these mutants
playing head-fuck. But read the small print, boys and girls, and you'll see
that all registered psionics are to be shipped off to glorified concentration
camps, and we all know what that's a nice euphemism for. Would this have been
allowed to go through if we weren't under martial law? Wonder how many steak
knives the inmates will be allowed in these freak farms. Tell me what's going
on people. Proxy lives for news."
*****
"So, Mr. Kane, Adam. What do you think of my proposal?"
"Well…" Adam paused as he thought the other man's words through. "William, I think your proposal needs a little work, although I'm with you in principle. But you know that."
"Yes, Adam, I do," said Senator Morrisen around his cigar. "I just needed to be certain."
*****
With growing horror, Eckhart saw the reports that Morrisen must already have seen. The reports that translated all of his dark and secret files, the ones that exposed the damning fact that Eckhart himself was not quite human. The tests he'd conducted on himself during one his more misguided moments, the ones that had virtually destroyed his pigmentation and cellular regeneration abilities.
At best Morrisen would keep him around as a pet to laugh at. But he would not allow that, would never again have people laughing at him.
So he decided to take the only route that seemed viable. Retreat to one of his overseas holdings to regroup and figure out how to take back everything he'd lost.
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