s*x in death
to fuel them, the nanites were being purged, pulled into the mechanical maw of the tower.
Julian’s eyes were wide, the silver mist fading into a dull, empty grey. He was shivering, his breath coming in shallow hitches. The man who had looked at me with a thousand years of longing was vanishing right in front of me.
The Eraser pulled the needle away. It was no longer silver; it was glowing with a vibrant, pulsing gold light. The essence of Julian’s devotion.
"It is done," the Eraser said, his voice hollow.