"General William Starkey sat with the gun in his mouth, propped against the sterile white wall, next to a corpse with a sign around his neck reading "Now You Know It Works. Any Questions?" The life seeped out of Billy's body almost through the hole made by the bullet. I will always remember Billy by these words: "-What rough beast, it's hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" That was by a man named Yeets. William Buttler Yeets to be exact. Yeets pronounced Yates, not Yeets. Billy once said, shortly before he joined the ranks of those who had died in the research facility of Project Blue, "It seemed as if that man was describing everything I dedicated my life to, its hopelessness, its damned nobility. He said things fall apart..."
No Great Loss