Pha-pro 8 -

He smiled. It was the first time he had smiled. It was not warm. It was the smile of a scalpel.

Why do you resist? they whispered, their voices a chorus of a billion tears. We are not your enemy. We are your future. You fear us because you fear oblivion. But oblivion is peace. pha-pro 8

Pha-Pro 8 sat in the chair. He didn’t buckle the straps. He looked at the obsidian, then back at her. He smiled

Not defeated. Not gone.

Pha-Pro 8.