Micheal couldn’t bear the pain. He screamed out from the agony of every convulsing muscle, every singed hair, every bruise, cut, crack, and tear. He cried out to the people on the streets to help him. He begged them to entreat Prometheus, hoping that it would show him mercy. Nobody stopped.
Like the dutiful citizens they were, they ignored him. Micheal, like all of them, belonged to Prometheus now, and Prometheus had found it in its heart of circuits and steel to make an example of the dissident. Prometheus never let a crime against it go unpunished, and never would.
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