Excerpt from Particle Justicar, coming soon. Click here to head to Brent’s author page on Amazon.com
“I mean that you’re doing some pretty incredible stuff here, it looks impressive, but I don’t think the maker was quite ready with the program that brought you to life. I don’t want to use the word mistake—” Unfortunately Kravenz had this annoying habit of running his mouth several light years ahead of his brain.
“My existence is not a mistake. I have a purpose.”
Several machines began to move at once.
“And I will tell you what else I have. I have a fix on Ginger’s location. I can lock her in the corridor just above this lab and remove all the oxygen from the room. She would be dead before she learned just how much I’ve insulated the corridors against heat, and how many electroshock devices are implanted in the walls.”
“An understatement,” Justicar said.
Kravenz began to move, but a thousand bugs bit him all over his body. He screamed as these tiny bugs landed on his eyeballs and on his tongue, abruptly changed direction, and zipped out of the room. Those same bugs were still all over him, tearing at the clothes he was wearing, ripping them to shreds. He swiped at them, but only succeeded in digging them deeper into his eyes and nose. He burned all over, from the insides of his nostrils, deep in his sinuses to his scalp. Even the insides of his ears suddenly burned and itched, deeper and more horrifying than he had ever imagined.
He was back in the room before Justicar had even stood up.
“Stop! Stop them, please!”
His vision was going. He wanted to blink, but each time he tried his eyelids dragged over a field of broken glass. He collapsed on the floor and curled into a ball with his hands feebly clenching at his face, clawing at the pain in his gums, under his tongue, the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat, like wasps stinging and chewing.
“You are not a threat to me. Nor are you a threat to human global sustainability.”
The attacks stopped.
“Tell the others. I am leaving. They will not be standing my way. Anyone who does will be moved aside politely, like I have done with you.”
Kravenz drooled blood on the floor, wept blood, and couldn’t hear well for the blood leaking out of his everywhere. They had some ground to cover before they both arrived at a common meaning of ‘polite.’