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<h1>Zk | Ioan Balan --- 2305</h1>
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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">novel</span> <span class="tag">chapter</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">scifi</span> <span class="tag">post-self</span> <span class="tag">qoheleth</span></p>
<p>:writing:novel:chapter:fiction:scifi:post-self:qoheleth:</p>
<p>The room was a utilitarian grey, closer to black than to white, and the illumination was a central light source somewhere above the exact center of the room, looking slightly misted. It was enough to give definition to the room's corners and boundaries, those walls of matte grey, but not a whole lot else. A small pedestal was set a few meters from one of the walls, only a half a meter high.</p>
<p>A platform? A dias?</p>
<p>Except for that change, it was the default room created before one added modifications.</p>
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<p>Ioan missed the cue, if there was one, but with eir eyes locked on the stage, ey didn't miss the action.</p>
<p>At the mention of the name (and perhaps that was the only cue that was needed), Guōwēi hoisted himself up on the stage, withdrew a syringe from his pocket, and slammed it into Qoheleth's back.</p>
<p>Then he quit.</p>
<p>Qoheleth had time to let out a soft "hah," sounding bemused, and then began to artifact and jitter on the stage. The death lasted perhaps five seconds, as the old man's internals struggled against the intrusion of the virus, before he crashed, disappearing from sight much as the assassin had.</p>
<p>Qoheleth had time to let out a soft "hah," sounding bemused, and then began to artifact and jitter on the stage. The death lasted perhaps five seconds, as the old man's internals struggled against the intrusion of the virus, before he crashed, disappearing from sight much as the assassin had. The small, black sphere of a core dump dropped the floor with a soft sound. It would doubtless be corrupted. They always were.</p>
<p>By the time Ioan looked around the room, the conservatives had left or quit.</p>
<p>Ruckus and uproar were too strong of words for what happened with the remaining audience. There were a few scattered shouts, mostly of surprise, but primarily just concerned murmurings. For its part, Dear stamped a foot and began to pace in the small space it had, tail lashing behind it.</p>
<p>"What just happened?" Ioan whispered to the fox when it came close.</p>
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<p>Ioan didn't press further.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2020-04-11</p>
<p>Page generated on 2020-04-13</p>
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