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supposed
to be experiencing, that it had all been ordered most likely by the
B.E.A.S.T. computer and that it was for the best. But Agent
Buzzsaw? Really? Every other agent in the field knew him to be a
liability, a man given to impulsive cruelty and not entirely
reliable. Maybe Buzzsaw was supposed to be cutting his teeth on
him, too.
    While he took the green light around the room
burning all organic traces of them away, SEL6210 muttered these
painful, uncomfortable thoughts to himself and wondered if the
computer would approve.
    He didn't see his partner sighting down the
barrel of his gun at the back of his head.
    SEL6210 packed the sterilizer away into his
briefcase, turned to report his progress to his commanding officer,
and saw only an angry middle-aged man preparing to kill a woman who
hadn't been following her programming, using a human puppet who
loved her as the weapon. The docket assignation yielded multiple
results, some of which were intriguing from an intellectual
standpoint: background DOR-levels needed to be maintained at a
certain level or the machinery failed and every murder contributed
to the local field; the RomInt's mode of extermination may or may
not confuse the subject's programming and this operation would give
the chance to study that; the act itself would initiate Omega-level
programming and bring the subject to graduation. The RomInt had
undergone standard Monarch trauma-base procedures as per protocols,
and somehow self-corrected. The computer recorded that she'd been
through the whole torturous rite and role, and still would not
disengage when ordered.
    And why, exactly, were they exhausting the
Agency's resources overseeing this personally? Usually the computer
managed the social-distress protocols.
    It was complicated.
     
    Karen fell back exhausted into the couch
relaxing at last, the headache finally relenting. It was the first
moment she'd had in three days without the constant, pounding pain
behind her forehead. She'd gone through five bottles of different
pills, but none of them had done her any good.
    The pain always announced itself with
uncontrollably horrible thoughts that came to her against her
will—the worst things possible. She imagined herself killing
Emmanuel, she imagined killing herself. She had visions of people
being tortured, visions of fingers and toes chopped off with sharp
knives, had seen rapes and mutilations, witnessed uncountable
terrifying violations of her mind's eye. There was no getting away
from it, no escaping the inner TV. It didn't have an off-switch,
and it was always horrifically violent. For three whole days.
    Emmanuel was a lucky man, had no idea how
lucky he actually was, not to have a pair of scissors lodged
between his ribs, snipping important tubes connected to his
heart.
     
    Jaime had tried to tell his parents about the
two men in the van that followed him on his way to school, he
honestly had.
    He tried to tell his parents about it but he
had nothing to show them and, of course, they hadn't believed him.
No one ever believed him about anything, and so he'd stopped long
ago trying to tell them—not about the funny little man with the big
eyes who said he was a friend but hurt him with strange lights, not
about the lizard people, not about the skinless lady made of
lightning who talked to him about things he couldn't remember. No
one believed him about how he went flying at night, about how he
made the magnets at school non-sticky just by playing with them,
about how batteries died when he touched them, none of it. It was a
terrible burden for one little boy alone, and no one missed the
opportunity to remind him that he was alone with it.
    The nightmares had started when he was four
years old. In them, the monster was usually hidden behind bright
white lights and made him do strange things in his sleep, before
taking something away from him that he couldn't remember but missed
achingly. Something very wrong, something that he knew he
needed.
    He