Sea of Rust (Sea of Rust, #1)

by C. Robert Cargill

“Well then, you know. You know how they are at the end. Remorse. Regret. Fear. Anxiety. They were a fucking mess, going on and on about the love they’d chased off, or how their kids never amounted to what they’d hoped for. One guy, he was just worried about what kind of home his dog would end up in. He had a golden retriever. Named Barkley. It’s all he could talk about. They all needed something, every last one of them. So I gave it to them. I read up on the various versions of last rites, and fudged together a nondenominational version of the Catholic rites. It really connected with people. I was a machine, right? They could confess to me thinking all along that it wasn’t possible for me to judge them. They told me everything. And I said the words, and I made the sign of the cross, and when they were gone, I whispered a prayer as I closed both of their eyes with my hand.” “And that’s what you do with the ones you salvage?” “Every last one of them. I hear their mad confessions, then they shut down, I take them apart, and I give their wreck its last rites.”