C122 The Boy

The Projector exploded in a confusion of visions – a cliff, a choked shout, a man falling from a height, the emptiness. At that, I felt nauseating anger and revulsion at the sheer antisocial nastiness.

"He believed it was over," The Architect continued in a whispering tone. It was probably meant to suggest that now the last hindrance had been cleared out of his way