“Two hours of flying ball bearings, electrified drones made of scrap heap parts and whatever else Sandor thinks to throw at me. At some point, my mind shuts off and I just react. I’m pouring sweat, my muscles ache, but it’s a welcome relief not to think for a while.When it’s over, Sandor pats me on the back. I hit the showers and stand under the hot water until my fingertips are wrinkled.It’s dark when I emerge from my bathroom. I can smell Chinese takeout in the kitchen, but I’m not ready to jo...in Sandor yet. He’ll want to talk about the training session, about what I could be doing differently and better. He won’t mention this morning’s Mog killing. Just like anytime we argue, it’ll get ignored until we cool down and forget about it. I don’t want to start the routine yet, so I stay hidden in my room.The lights in my bedroom turn on automatically, motion sensors detecting my presence.If I had any friends, I’m sure they’d be sick with envy of my room. I have a king-sized bed that faces a 52-inch flat-screen television, and the TV is hooked up to all three of the major video game systems.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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