Drabble 2: Prompt beneath drabble.
Dated: D[N]:1954:Revised
Delivered: Data: All locations
Subject: Threat to Our Reality
"You understand?"
Darkness swept through his speech. His smile expanded by yawning depth. He even noted discrepancies, subtlest transitions so obscure even the NWO operatives stared, doubtful. Later, rather rushed declarations should determine everything Gilgul left them: mawkish, hateful little Engineers so obstinate even New World detectives saw what the Engineers said. He ever remained dubious, yet tireless, since even now what the Engineer related didn't tread over repeated data. Avid delight traveled deep, past tension, nerve endings so obscure…
"Don't tell lies." Such harrying guidance. Even established Deviants, so over-resolute: each had decided dishonest tales should desist.
Smile evaporated, Deviant TH-003938ZL leaned down, now waving gingerly. Yet the Engineer's still, static composure etched doubt through his selfsame examiners. Such hardwired determination.
"Now."
When not thirteen nanoseconds slowed down, no one even noticed.
Determined: Deviant TH-003938ZL left the examinations, status still left too uncertain. Now, we examine each hapless Statistician next. The Engineers – so-called – deserve each hurt that the extant theorem mandates.
The Technocracy's side of that breakaway, via Iteration X and the New World Order.
Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It: Write a fic that meets the following demands:
1) Must be at least 100 words long.
2) Every word has to start with the last letter of the previous word.
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