He stepped up to the painting and tore its wrapping away with dramatic flourish. The drone cameras honed in on the lost Turner. Olive saw the canvas from the side, saw the wires snaking around the back of the simple wood frame the painting was in, saw the red button mounted at the top of the frame. It was flashing.
“See, Lockdown Castle ran for three seasons. That’s how long it took me to put my plan in motion, a plan even JMW Turner would have found audacious. In three short years, I put everything in place to offer the world a restart. The space station, Stella Blue, the world’s richest and luckiest are up there now, bless them. As were many of the world’s mammals. That’s because…”
Olive tore the microphone off the Slow King’s face. “He’s going to poison all of us. Only those bastardos
