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CHAPTER ONE    CHAPTER TWO    CHAPTER THREE    CHAPTER FOUR    CHAPTER FIVE   CHAPTER SIX   CHAPTER SEVEN   CHAPTER EIGHT   CHAPTER NINE

Chapter Ten

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 PAGE FIVE OF FIVE
    Armstrong has to stifle an impulse that wells up suddenly within him, and even as he does he is unsure whether it's the urge to laugh or the urge to gag, or both. For now that the Director has drawn so close to him, now that he can see directly(!) into the little man's beady squinting eyes, now Armstrong realizes, he knows. He can see with utter clarity, where he has met this individual before, and this realization fills him with such sickening hilarity, that he feels that he could laugh out the vomit of his mind until it heaves dry and hollow as a ragged, rusted lobotomy, a sprayed out cage waiting for it's next prisoner. Another brain for the trap.
    And his thoughts are not his own now, his mind is a prison within the eyes of the one who stares into his eyes. Seven eyes for his mind. Armstrong. Who is Armstrong? A sentence for the skinless; how many deeds that reveal urges? to downward spin / to lick and eat; to juice and spine, and Brain. Sacred Brain. That sweet taste of Slave Brain bursting from my teeth. My blood, the blood of my teeth.
    With the Director's hand, the North reaches up and cups Armstrong's quivering cheek. She weeps a single tear and leans up onto tiptoes to whisper into his ear. She speaks his name, his First Name, and welcomes him Home.

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