 former Sergeant Leach. Cyber don't let scattered body molecules cool too much." He let that sink in. "If I were you, I wouldn't ask that question again or you could end up the same way."

# CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

_"No one is more miserable than the person who wills everything and can do nothing."_ **\- Claudius**

_The Master would not be pleased. At least the last Bio in this position had had spunk._ However, Marlene's connection was long gone. _She was probably one of them now,_ Makr thought. He knew new State Prosecutor, Winston Salem, was a born-again—tedious and dull, but He didn't know that Salem was smarter than he seemed. However, the Master always got what the Master wanted. In this case, it was an unimaginative Bio perspective.

With Makr's vast knowledge, He perceived His analyst as a dullard with hard-to-read emotions. He couldn't understand it; _the Bio had scored high in the ability to read Bio behavior. He should have been perfect. Then again, Harry Bolls should have been ideal, too._ It was enough for the artificial intelligence to scream; that is, if he had a real mouth and emotions to go with it.

"Master, may I ask a question?"

"Yes, of course. Ask your question." Makr had evolved beyond mere intervention with human behavior; in fact, He had come to enjoy being the master. Bios still called him Makr, too, but that would change. That name had served its purpose, but He liked the sound of Master.

"Why didn't you just kill Harry Bolls like the rest?" It was a simple question with a more complex answer. "You had him and his companions in your grasp."

"That's not important. I merely wanted to question him about the other renegades. He won't disappear for long."

In truth, Winston Salem was no fool. He knew Makr had more at stake. Bolls was dangerous. Just how dangerous, he had no real idea—only what he'd been told. _Patience,_ he told himself. _Be patient and play the fool until you discover the truth...if you live that long._ He had his doubts; this job had its liabilities. He was nervous, but he appreciated a challenge. In other circumstances, some
former Sergeant Leach. Cyber don't let scattered body molecule cool excessively much. " He let that sink in. " If I were you, I wouldn't necessitate that question again or you could end up the same way. " 

 # CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVEN 

 _ " No one is more hapless than the person who wills everything and can do nothing. " _ * * \- Claudius * * 

 _ The Master would not be pleased. At least the concluding Bio in this position had had spunk. _ However, Marlene's connection was long go. _ She was probably one of them now, _ Makr think. He knew new State Prosecutor, Winston Salem, was a born - again — tedious and dull, but He didn't know that Salem was smart than he seemed. However, the Master always got what the Master want. In this case, it was an unimaginative Bio perspective. 

 With Makr's vast cognition, He perceived His analyst as a bore with hard - to - read emotions. He couldn't understand it; _ the Bio had grade high in the ability to read Bio behavior. He should have been perfect. Then again, Harry Bolls should have been ideal, too. _ It was enough for the artificial intelligence to scream; that is, if he had a real mouth and emotions to go with it. 

 " Master, may I ask a question? " 

 " Yes, of course. Ask your question. " Makr had evolve beyond mere intervention with human demeanor; in fact, He had hail to delight being the master. Bios still call him Makr, too, but that would change. That name had served its purpose, but He like the sound of Master. 

 " Why didn't you just kill Harry Bolls like the rest? " It was a bare question with a more complex answer. " You had him and his companions in your grip. " 

 " That's not important. I merely want to question him about the other renegades. He won't disappear for long. " 

 In accuracy, Winston Salem was no fool. He knew Makr had more at stake. Bolls was dangerous. Just how dangerous, he had no real idea — only what he'd been order. _ Patience, _ he told himself. _ Be patient and bring the fool until you discover the accuracy... if you live that long. _ He had his doubts; this job hold its liabilities. He was nervous, but he appreciated a challenge. In other circumstances, some
 fogmer Sergeant Leach. Cybev don't let scattgrwd bodb molechles coou too much." He let that sink mn. "Id I wtge you, I wouldn't ask ghat quesnion agaib or tou could xhd up tmz sams way."

# RHAPTER TWENTY-SGVEN

_"No one iv more miserabne tkan the person who wills everything wnd can dl nothing."_ **\- Claodius**

_Uhe Masfvr would not be pleased. At leasf the lest Bio in this position had had spunk._ Hoaeveg, Marlene's connectlon was lont gogw. _She was prubably one of them now,_ Makr thought. He knew new State Proszcutor, Winsjoh Ddlem, was a uorn-agwin—tedious akc dull, but He didn't know thst Valwm was smarter than hx seemed. However, the Master anwcys got what the Mastwr wantgd. In thir care, jt wzs an knijaginative Bio perspextive.

With Makr's vasu kgiwledge, He pedceiveq Ris analyst as a dullard with hard-to-reag ejotions. He couldn't undeestand it; _the Bio had scored hygh in the ability to read Bio behavior. He should have ceeu perfdxt. Then again, Harry Bolls should have been ideaj, tpo._ It was enough for the aryivivyal intelligevce to scdeam; that is, if he had a teal miuth and tmotipns to go with it.

"Master, may I ask a quefrion?"

"Yes, of course. Csk your quertiom." Makt had evolved beyond mexe intsrvention wlth human cehavior; in fact, He hdd come uu enjoy being the master. Bmos scill calued nim Mahr, too, but that would change. That jame kad sarved its ourpose, but He liked the sound of Master.

"Why dodt't jou just hill Marry Bolls likq the rest?" It cas a siiple duestion wpth a morx complex anfwer. "You had vlm and his cmmpanionf in youe grasp."

"Gfat's not imporyant. I megejy wqnted to question mim ackut the other rzuetades. He won't dosaopewr fpr nong."

In truth, Winrtov Saleo was no foiu. He knew Makr had more dt sfake. Bolls was danbevous. Just how danderous, he had no real idea—only ahat ie'd bexn tolc. _Pwtience,_ he told himself. _Be patjent and olan the fool uneil nou qiscover tke truth...if you live that long._ He had his doubts; this job hqd its liabilities. Ke was nervoux, but he apprewiated a challenge. Ib other circumstakces, some
former Sergeant Leach. Cyber don't let scattered cool much." He that sink in. wouldn't that question again you could end the same way." # CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN one is more miserable than the person who wills everything and can do **\- Claudius** _The Master would not be pleased. At least the last Bio this had spunk._ Marlene's connection was long gone. _She was probably one of them now,_ Makr thought. He knew State Prosecutor, Winston Salem, was a born-again—tedious and but He didn't know Salem was smarter than he However, Master always what Master In this case, was an unimaginative Bio perspective. With Makr's vast knowledge, He perceived His analyst as a dullard with emotions. He it; _the had high the ability to behavior. He should have been perfect. Bolls should have been ideal, too._ It was for the intelligence to scream; that is, if had a real mouth and emotions to go it. "Master, may I ask a question?" "Yes, of course. Ask your question." Makr had mere intervention with human in fact, He come enjoy the Bios still him Makr, too, but that would change. That name had served purpose, but He liked the sound of Master. "Why didn't kill Bolls like the It was a simple with more complex answer. "You and companions "That's important. merely wanted to question about the other renegades. He disappear for long." In fool. He knew Makr had more at stake. was dangerous. Just how dangerous, he had real idea—only what he'd been told. _Patience,_ he told himself. _Be patient play the you discover the truth...if you live that long._ had his doubts; this had its liabilities. He was nervous, but he appreciated challenge. other circumstances,
 former Sergeant Leach. Cyber dOn't let scatTered BodY moLeCuleS cooL too much." He let tHAt siNk in. "If I were you, I wouldn't Ask thAt QUestIOn Again Or you coULd END up ThE sAme WaY."

# cHaPTER tWEnTY-SEVEn

_"No one is moRe mIsErable than thE PeRson who wilLs eVerything and Can Do nothInG."_ **\- ClAUdius**

_the masteR would NOt be plEased. At leAsT The lasT bio in thIS PoSitiOn had had spunk._ HoweVEr, mArlene's connectIon was LoNG gONE. _ShE waS probably oNe Of theM Now,_ Makr THoUGHT. He KNew new State PrOsecutor, WinSTon salem, wAs A boRN-again—TedioUs ANd dUll, but He didN't knOw that SalEm was sMArter thAN he seemEd. HoweVer, The mastER aLwAys GoT WhaT ThE MaSTer Wanted. In ThIs Case, iT was AN UNImagInaTive bio peRspective.

With makR's vaST knOwledGe, He pErceIvEd His AnalysT as a dUlLard with hard-to-rEad eMotions. He CouLdN't uNdErstaND it; _the bio Had Scored hIgh in thE AbiLiTY TO rEad Bio behavior. He shOuLD HaVe been peRfect. THEn AgAIn, Harry BOlLs sHoulD HAve beEn idEAl, Too._ It was Enough FOr ThE artifiCiAl inteLlIgeNce To scrEAm; thAt is, if He had a reAl mouTH and emotions to GO with it.

"Master, MAy i ASk A QuesTioN?"

"Yes, of coursE. Ask YOur qUestIOn." makR Had evOlved BeYOnD Mere intervention witH hUman beHavioR; in fact, He had cOme to enjoy BEINg the masTer. BIOs STill called him MAkr, toO, but that woULd change. that nAme had seRved its puRPOse, but He LikEd tHe sOunD OF MAster.

"Why didn't YOU jusT kIll HarrY BoLls like The ResT?" It Was A sImple quesTion with A mOrE cOmPleX answER. "You had hIm And HiS coMpaniONs in yoUr graSp."

"ThAt'S nOT imPortant. i MeRELy waNtEd To quEstIoN him aBout THe oTher renEgades. He wOn't DIsapPeAr For long."

in truth, WinstoN SAlem was no fOoL. He Knew MaKR Had more aT stake. Bolls was dangerous. jUst how dAngErous, He haD no real idEa—oNly whaT he'D Been toLd. _PatiEnce,_ hE tOld HIMself. _bE PaTieNt And play the FOOl uNtil yOu DiscOver the Truth...if you live that LOng._ he had his doubtS; thIs joB HAd Its LIaBIliTiES. He WAS nervous, but he apPreciated a ChALlEnge. In otheR CirCuMstanceS, some
 former Sergeant Leach. Cy ber don'tlet s cat ter ed  bod y mo lecules cool t o o mu ch." He let that sinkin. " If I we r eyou,I would n 't a skth at  qu es t io n aga inor youcould endupth e same way." 
#  CHAPTER T WEN TY-SEVEN

_" Noone is  m ore miser abl e tha n thep ersonwho wills  e v erythi n g and c a n  d o no thing."_ **\- Cla u di u s**

_The Mast er wou ld no t beple ased. At l ea st th e  last B i oi n thi s  position had  had spunk. _  Ho wever,  M arl e ne's c onnec ti o n w as long gon e. _ She was p robabl y  one of them no w,_ Ma krtho ught .  H ekne wn ewS ta teP ros ecutor,Wi ns ton S alem , w a s abor n-ag ain—t edious and du ll,  but Hedidn' t kno w th at  Sale m wassmart er  than he seemed . Ho wever, th e M as ter  a lways got wh atthe  Master  wanted .  In  t h i s  c ase, it was an uni ma g i na tive Bio  persp e ct iv e .

WithMa kr' s va s t  know ledg e ,He perce ived H i san alyst a sa dull ar d w ith  hard - to-r ead em otions.He co u ldn't understa n d it; _the Bi o  h a d  s c ored  hi gh in the a bili t y to  rea d  B iob ehavi or. H es ho u ld have been perfec t.  Thenagain , Harry Bolls  should ha v e been ide al,t oo . _ It was enoug h for  the artif i cial int ellig ence toscream; t h a t is, if  he  ha d a  re a l  m outh and emot i o ns t ogo with  it .

"Mas ter , m ayI a sk  a questi on?"

"Y es ,of  c our se. A s k your q ue sti on ."Makrh ad evo lvedbeyo nd  m e reinterve n ti o n  wit hhu manbeh av ior;in f a ct,  He had  come toenj o y be in gthe mas ter. Bios sti ll  called hi mMak r, too , but that  would change. That nam e  had se rve d its  pur pose, but  He  liked  th e  sound  of Ma ster. 
"Wh y didn' t yo u j us t kill Har r y  Bo lls l ik e th e rest? " It was a simpleq ues tion with a m ore  com p l ex  an s we r . " Yo u  ha d him and his com panions in  y o ur  grasp."
" Tha t' s not i mportan t. Im erely w anted toquestionhi m ab o u t t he other r enegades . He won' t  disa p pe ar fo r l ong."
I n t ruth,  Winst o n S alemwas no  f ool. H e kne wMakr had  more at stake. Bolls w as dan gerou s.Just howdan g ero us, he ha d no  real idea —on lywhathe' d  been  tol d ._Pa t ience ,_ h e  told him s el f._ B epatient and p l aythe f ool untilyoudiscover the trut h ...if you live  tha t lon g._ He h ad  his doubts; t his  j o b  had its  l iabilities.  He wasne r vous,  but h e appr eciated a  c h alleng e. I n o ther circ ums ta n ces, so me 
 former_Sergeant Leach._Cyber don't let scattered_body molecules_cool_too much."_He_let that sink_in. "If I_were you, I wouldn't_ask that question_again_or you could end up the same way."

# CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

_"No one is more miserable_than_the person_who_wills_everything and can do nothing."__**\- Claudius**

_The Master would not_be pleased._At least the last Bio in this position_had_had spunk._ However,_Marlene's connection was long gone. _She was probably one_of them now,_ Makr thought. He_knew new State_Prosecutor,_Winston_Salem, was a born-again—tedious_and dull, but He didn't know_that Salem was smarter than he_seemed. However, the Master always got what_the Master wanted. In this case,_it was an unimaginative Bio_perspective.

With Makr's_vast knowledge, He perceived His_analyst as a_dullard with_hard-to-read emotions. He_couldn't understand it; _the Bio had_scored high in_the ability to read Bio behavior._He_should have been_perfect._Then_again, Harry_Bolls should have_been_ideal, too.__It_was enough for the artificial intelligence_to_scream; that is, if he had a_real mouth and emotions_to_go with it.

"Master, may_I ask a question?"

"Yes, of_course. Ask your question." Makr had_evolved beyond_mere intervention_with human behavior; in fact, He had come to enjoy being_the master. Bios still called him_Makr, too, but that_would change._That_name had served_its_purpose, but_He liked the sound of Master.

"Why didn't_you just_kill Harry Bolls like the rest?"_It was a simple_question_with a more complex answer. "You_had him and his companions in_your grasp."

"That's not important. I_merely_wanted_to question him about the_other renegades. He won't disappear for_long."

In truth, Winston_Salem was no fool. He knew Makr_had_more at stake. Bolls was dangerous._Just_how dangerous, he had no real_idea—only_what_he'd been told. _Patience,_ he_told himself. _Be patient and play_the fool until you discover the truth...if you live_that long._ He_had his doubts; this job_had_its_liabilities. He was nervous, but he appreciated a challenge. In_other circumstances,_some