Absolute Unit
“Extreme, extreme.”
“Then just step outside.” Bill gestures, and the patients turn as one to face the windows over the parking lot. “It’s hotter than usual out there. They’re filling the atmosphere up with gas, superheating everything. And you know the worst part? They just don’t care. They have lives to live, you see. Shows to watch, cheap liquor to drink, terrible sex to have. We’re not dealing with sanity here. We expect you’ll point to one or two good humans and say they prove something, but they don’t. Not when there’s billions of bad ones. They. Are. A. Virus.”
We are a virus, we tell Trent, who speaks it aloud.
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