Six o’clock a.m. The evening of the same day.
The old woman of spiritual faith
climbs her chair of wheel and slowly
starts to pray the Angelus in the
quietude of her room.
Machine and woman make for a
holistic effort to use technology as a
tool for peace.
Inang Maya sighs. She knows
that there would be a reason for
everything that is happening. No
accidents, only miracles.
Meanwhile, a young Exilium Rex assassin of scientific
wisdom struts over to the firing side
of the outdoor range and quickly
prepares to use the electro-shooter on
the virtual reality target board.
Machine and man make for an
integrated shot to utilize technology as
a weapon of destruction.
The anonymous killer
shouts. He recognizes the fact that
anything could happen once one was
out there. No suc
