Chapter Sixty-Three
Cecilia felt for a vein in Sophia’s restrained arm. Sophia focused on the light-colored liquid in the hypodermic needle’s vial: the anti-Chimera vector. She was seconds away from having her conscience obliterated. It was easier than months of programming, that was for sure.
‘It’s unfortunate that everyone around you has a habit of dying,’ Cecilia said. ‘I suppose it’s an occupational hazard.’
Sophia smiled. ‘I can only hope you’re part of that statistic.’
Cecilia slipped the needle into Sophia’s vein, then paused as Denton’s voice crackled over the PA speakers.
‘Surf’s up, bitches!’ he said.
The side wall of the command and control room exploded, spewing hunks of concrete, and water surged through, knocking Cecilia off her feet.
Sophia braced herself, the needle
