A new update for The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars is here! This is our final Interrupt and look at how Nibiru society developed. In this one, we see the promise that the ‘Prophet’ Siegland made to his followers be fulfilled. The worthy will be given life everlasting.
Of a sort.
There’s a brief snippet below, and the whole story is at links above. Hope you enjoy!
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“Everything’s fine, Madam Prime Minister. I just wanted to see if you wanted your dinner waiting at your quarters after the briefing with Commodore O’Malley and his staff or delivered later.” He took a few steps towards her, affecting a casual air.
Her heart skipped a beat, the full realization that she was trapped in a room with a man half her age and equipped with the best security implants that the League could give him. “Oh, of course.” She reached out, trying to contact to the facility’s network and alert the rest of her security detail, but she couldn’t reach them. her ‘panic button’ implants were already screaming. “I think-”
No connection.
“-I’ll have it-”
No connection.
“-delivered later.”
No connection. No connection. Her heart raced, but she kept trying. Someone had to hear her, she had to be able to reach someone! This couldn’t be… this couldn’t be happening! She kept any trace of her fear from her face, but in the next moment she realized that that effort had been wasted.
Wyatt spoke and all pretense and possibility that this was something other than what van Meers had been afraid that it was vanished. “Please don’t bother, Lucille. It’s not going to work.” He brought his right hand up as if waving off her attempts to connect beyond this room.
“What have you done?” she demanded.
“All comms and links beyond this room are jammed,” he told her, tapping his right fingers against his chest sequentially. “There’s no way to call for help.” He moved his hand back down to his waist and the holstered sidearm there. “Please don’t do anything foolish.”
“Why not?” Lucille stared at the weapon, then up to him. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
“I am,” he confessed. “But doing it with this,” he tapped the gun again, “would be worse for both of us than the alternative.” With his left hand he took a small device out of his inside right jacket pocket. It looked like nothing so much as a garage door opener. There were only three things of note on it. A small black lens on the front, about the size of her little finger’s fingernail. A blinking red diode that she could only tell was lit from the tiny glow it cast on Wyatt’s thumb, which was riding a single small button. “This will trigger a radiation pulse that will sever the connection between your neural tissue and your implants and shut them down.” He didn’t need to explain further. Lucille had only the standard civilian-grade cybernetics, plus a few others earned and required by her position, but she had enough that if they stopped working, she would die. There was a half-second before he spoke. “I’m told it’s painless.”
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