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November 4, 2041
“I’m not a saint. Neither am I a prophet nor a savior. I’m a conduit; I’m a bridge. Maybe I’m a catalyst of sorts. One thing I am emphatically not, is a poster-boy for a life well-lived.”
not The Speeches of Damon Leiter
The Speeches of Damon Leiter Collected by V.A. Klug
Damon was holed up in a small hotel in Little Rock, Arkansas when he read the news about Valerie.
He’d been working far too many hours, barely sleeping, trying to achieve Mark Phelps’ urgent directive. He’d finally found a way to disable the subliminal functions of the Vanquish and other implants without deactivating their voltage limiters, but it was complicated. Not something he could teach an average person by video. He’d need to train people to do it, a few
