by GoozX and The Eurostar
EPS headquarters:
Andy Reynolds walked into the gym, where he found Turner bench pressing alone.
"Mr. Turner?"
Turner turned toward the young man, then turned his head back and continued to bench a large amount of weight.
"Um... sir?"
Turner finally set the weight on its holder and sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow. "What, kid?"
"I was just wondering, how does it feel to be... artificial?"
Turner cracked a smile. "Heh. You got balls kid, I'll give you that. Not much in the brain region, but ya got balls."
"You're not even human. A clone. They made you in a lab."
"You know what?" Turner began as he moved toward the young man. "One good thing about being 'artificial' is that they didn't give me a conscience." Turner got in Reynolds' face. "I do what I please, when I please."
"You are tagged. You couldn't hurt me if you wante -- ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Energy surged through Reynolds' body, making every cell feel as if they were on fire.
Turner gritted his teeth as pain surged through his head. Most men would be on the ground or unconscious, but Turner held it all back without a word.
After a few long minutes, the pain was gone. Turner lifted Reynolds off the ground by his collar. Blood dripped from both men's noses.
"Don't fuck with me, boy. Just because I'm wired to not be able to hurt any of you pricks doesn't mean that I can't try."
Turner threw Reynolds onto the ground and exited.
Edulcore Cicciotto, having watched unseen from a corner, thought, So much blood, so much hate. If Walker is the devil, this place, the EPS, is really Hell. Each one hating everyone else, all sticking together not by friendship and love, like it was for me and Naecken and M'xy and the others, but by fear and pain.
How can they sustain this life? How can Walker bear the weight of all of this on his shoulders?