Kicking the Rust Off

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How far was he prepared to go to keep this secret? Lawrence asked himself. Hadn't he already caused enough damage? Ah, so there was a voice after all. Though it bore a striking resemblance to Dr. Khadim, the brilliant biochemist from so long ago, Lawrence knew Khadim was gone. Long gone. He had no choice really.Had Khadim lived, he would have certainly told the world the truth by now. Then Lawrence would go down in the history books alongside Hussein, Hilter, and the other modern monsters. Was he a monster? Dr. Khadim said quickly yes.Lawrence pushed him aside and sighed deeply. He supposed so. Men always, always abused their power. But wasn't that the very nature of man? Lawrence decided it was.And rationalized his ten-year old decision to condemn millions of people to death into a pocket-fattening strategy, that any man in power would have come to. He desperately wished he could blame this on someone else, but it had been his own baby. He would bear this burden. If he had to. If worse came to worse. Until that time, he would, like any other powerful man in trouble, deny and distract until they either bought or forgot it. It was all anyone could do at this point. After all, it was a little too late for apologies.


(in the middle of this, I almost heard the gears click. As soon as I became conscious of them, I lost them)