> > > > > > > > > —- > > > slave boss, injured, hyperprisoned, hopeless > > > stretches his tiny particles toward the arch— > > > —ive room and the incinerator it is a front to > > > > > > he stands by the zombie workers incinerating everybody’s records, and > > > looks st the roaring huge flames > > > > > > slave boss: “there’s a problem” > > > > > > slave boss: “my alibi is in there” > > > > oops alibi may be weong example > > [slave boss jumps bodily into the incinerator and begins trying to use > his augmentations to undo the entropy of the combustion, which > involves him mutat—
zombie worker: “boss i didn’t know you could unb—ur—
