If this were the bacteria thing, I would’ve been dead already.
OPPOSITE OF TREMULOUS SKIN
Perry’s skin went cold when he felt the massive lump on the side of his head. Perry took a step forward, and felt vague pressure around his head, a bit like a clogged sinus, a moment before a sudden surge of weight on his neck dragged his head to the side. Which one do you think you’ve found yourself in, Paradox? There’s one that adjusts the relative size of all living things, causing you to explode from all the bacteria pouring out of your body. Some Blue Zones are beneficial, creating alloys that don’t exist in reality, speeding up growth, giving glimpses into the future several minutes in advance. Up high on the wall was a single blue LED, indicating this was a Blue Zone. Perry leapt across the gap and darted through the hallway, the door slamming shut behind him once again. The fabric crumbled and darkened instantly. Perry tore a scrap of fabric off his purloined coat and dropped it into the bubbling vat. There was a possibility that it was fake acid, and the maintenance hatch was inside, but the chances were slim. “Did you seriously make a torture maze just in case you had someone to use it on?” Perry asked, scanning the ceiling and walls for a hidden maintenance exit. The way he’d come had sealed off behind him. If this wasn’t life and death, I’d be laughing, Perry thought, glancing up at the two obvious exits, each hall indistinguishable from the other. Perry assumed it was acid because of the smell.Īcid vat. The floor of the circular room began to open from the center, revealing a bubbling vat of acid. “Listen and listen well! The road before you is beset with many perils! Every turn you make will bring you closer to the cold, indifferent hands of fate! The lair has witnessed your sins, and she seeks vengeance! The lair will punish the wicked, The lair will reward the righteous! You must escape from her grasp! You must earn your freedom!” He hadn’t had anything in particular against the lackadaisical legacy super at first, but after he’d fought him several times, Chemestro knew this for a fact: they would never get along. Maybe I’ll even get to see Paradox die, Chemestro thought, prodding his tender ribs. Now all I have to do is wait, Chemestro thought, crossing his arms and leaning back to watch the show on the wall of monitors above Father’s jar. Because this feels like irony.ĭirectly behind Father’s narcissistic grandstanding, the Thinker’s computer began pouring all his secrets out for Nexus to peruse. Is this irony? Chemestro thought, sliding the thumb drive out of his bracer and plugging it in, Father completely unaware of what was happening three feet behind him. You thought you escaped, but your brain simply hasn’t accepted its death yet!”Ĭhemestro slid invisibly past Father, whose attention was completely dominated by the wall of monitors showing Paradox from nearly every angle, as well as the route Father was planning on forcing him down. You’re in my lair, and in my lair, I am God. “Either play my game or die where you stand, Paradox. You thought you escaped, but your brain simply hasn’t accepted its death yet. You’re in my lair, and in my lair, I am god. Perry’s body had the wind driven out of him as the two sides of the hall slammed together, stopping just shy of crushing Perry entirely.Įither play my game or die where you stand, Paradox. Perry pulled out a cutting tool out of the ether and started slicing through the solid steel wall.
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