“I need water.”
“That’s not water.”
“Is. Too. Gimme.”
Harry pulled out a tiny syringe and injected blue liquid into Tobias’s jugular. “Sorry, pal.”
Tobias keeled over and mercurial saliva started dripping off his lower lip. Toby’s stainless steel, eco-skin began corroding. Harry spit as he checked his watch and started counting. Thirty-five seconds. The Plutonian Rave Virus, again.
“You were right,” Harry texted Tobias’ twin, “Planet Auschwitz. Toby is gone. Very sorry.”
“Sketch gone 2. Clearly, the bastards want us dead! If only they’d die!”
“Those who know prepare. Now extinction is the ultimate extreme sport.”