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For a few moments, we walk in silence. I’m speechless. I assumed his machine might make me Inert and hated the idea, but to become completely powerless is another matter entirely. I can’t even imagine such a life; it’s unthinkable. Yet I don’t see any other choice. I can’t let people die.
More specifically, I can’t let Mira die.
In case Eugene is worried, I say, “I’m still going to do it.”
“I know,” he says, brushing it off. “And you have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this for my sister.”
“Are you sure I’ll end up—”
“We did the test on Kiki a day ago. According to my dad’s notes on the subject, she should’ve recovered after an hour. But she’s still Inert,” he says, shooting me a pitying glance.
“But there’s a chance she’ll recover, right?” I ask. “Your dad isn’t infalli
