Chapter 14: The Dorian Collective

A More Perfect Union

“That must hurt.”

The brute of a man had managed to serve Endo his espresso without lifting the cover of shadow from his face. As he took to the chair opposite Endo, the sun dipped behind a series of cumulus clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. The snowglobe sky could only take him so far, however, as parts of the fluffy cotton balls of white disappeared behind the snow-tipped mountains at a distance.

“Actually,” Endo answered, “not so much...but that doesn’t matter. Radiation poisoning of this magnitude can only mean one thing—”

“Death,” the man interjected.