He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

under the panel. Half his right ear disappeared. He dropped screaming, both hands to his head, blood all over the ugly beige floor.

Alive.

Miserable.

Done.

I stepped over him and hit the hard cutoff.

Around us, machine noise changed pitch.

One screen after another rolled from red to amber.

Not fixed.

Stabilized.

Enough.

Dan curled on his side, making little continue reading …