Something wasn’t quite right in this small, barren room. The man sitting across the square table, dressed in a white coat, seemed a little to calm for someone in reaching distance.
‘I could just reach for that bald head and snap the neck real nice,’ he thought as he watched the man. ‘What does he want from me? More questions?’
It was indeed more questions.
“So,” said the man in the white coat, “if you are ready to speak, I am ready to listen. I am here for you.”
“How come you’re still alive?” he asked the man.
And the man answered, “What do you mean?”
“Are you one of the few who adapted?”
“Adapted? That’s interesting. Please, explain. What do you understand through this adaptation you speak of?”
He shrugged. “I just… thought I’m the only one who adapted. To the new life.”
“I see. And what about your…
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