Chapter_91: Born from fear
What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? - William Blake Johnathan gasped at the marvelous technology that the employees were working on. There were computers running codes, drones were being prepared for flight, guns were being laid out in rows and people were training in hand to hand combat. It felt like a spy movie to him. "All this- just to support you Son! We've great faith in you-" said the monk, giving them a tour of the facility. "Can I ask you something?" asked Johnathan. "Sure- anything!" replied the monk. "If you believe in my abilities so much then where w
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