“I am sorry. But you should have never undermined my operation.” Triton looked on from above. Jason felt nothing, not even the cold floor underneath his cheek that was smashed against it. He could only hear and see as if a powerless bystander from inside a shell he no longer had control of ... and one he feared he would never again have control of. “Though you do have it right. I do not make a weapon to help end the war. I make one to begin a new kind of one. With exposure to the Drakōn mund prion that we procured, the prefrontal cortex will not die, it will transform. Death of the Uprising
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