NOVEL NEXT 37: The Reason
PEYDRAN
There was a murderer on Atraxis 7 who had my full attention, and I could do a lot with my attention.
"Now I have a reason, Darwin Coolidge. You gave me a reason. To learn how to type with the augment. To think about the augment. To look at my missing arm and hand. To do every. Single. Thing. Every. Nurse. Every. Medica. Every bed-pan-wielding assistant tells me."
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"I have a target, and you are in my cross hairs. I will learn how to use my augment, and I will eat raw broccoli every sanding day. I will hone my body back into a blade, and I will sink into your chest. One thought, one thought of leaving Atraxis 7, and you are a dead man. Thank you for giving me a reason."