The Monster You Created
"Whether Gabriel means it or not, I just want to take care of him."
My mother held her tightly, too choked up to speak.
The crowd started shouting again, demanding the grinder be turned on and that I be reduced to nothing.
But the operator stayed cautious and insisted on running a full analysis on the chip.
I sat there, tense, staring at the screen.
Half an hour passed. No abnormalities showed up.
At the judge's command, the grinder roared back to life.
Blood sprayed. I screamed, on the verge of blacking out.
Then suddenly, the operator shouted, "There's something wrong with this chip!"
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