Chapter 8 - The Prodigal Son
Plymouth, Ma
December 22nd 2111
6.00 a.m.
Wake up, gorgeous!... He's not moving.” said Amber irritated.
“Give him a few more seconds, the stimulant is working.”
“Bullshit! We need to get out of here fast!”
“Father Ward, I know you can hear me. Open your eyes, please!”
Helped by the robot, he sat up, hands holding his head, his eyes still focused on some inner image.
“How do you feel?” asked the robot.
“My head is killing me. What have you done to me?”
“You'll feel better soon. Try to stand up.” He attempted a few shaky steps.
“Now, if you're all set, I'll go out and finish my job.” snorted Amber, putting the protective suit helmet on.
There was a unanimous “No!”
“It's dangerous!” worried the robot.
“It's useless!” affirmed Father Ward.
“Well, it
