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FORTY-FIVE TRISMY BROTHER STANDS behind the microscope, his eye pressed to the eyepiece. The light in the microscope platform casts strange shadows on his face, making him look years older.
“This is definitely it,” he says. “The attack simulation serum, I mean. No question.”
“It’s always good to have another person verify,” Matthew says.
I am standing with my brother in the hours before he dies. And he is analyzing serums. It’s so stupid.
I know why Caleb wanted to come here: to make sure that he was giving his life for a good reason. I don’t blame him. There are no second chances after you’ve died for something, at least as far as I know.
“Tell me the activation code again,” Matthew says. The activation code will enable the memory serum weapon, and another button will deploy
