Poison

Memetic curare doesn't paralyze your muscles. You'll move fine, working the same job, knowing the same people, doing the same things year after year; death will be the first, welcome change.

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Mother Issues

With hindsight, the prophecy wasn't about the child the Chosen One would raise, but rather the army. Knowing that, killing her son was definitely a mistake.

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Vita brevis

Telepaths make lousy lovers, an art that requires deceiving two.

.finis.

Into the fire

"It's decided, then. The Order will hide into the ground."

"Will Philip do his part?"

"For the amount he owes us, he'd have no qualms killing us all for real."

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Love and Crime

Unable to stop his friend's deadly addiction to cocaine, the doctor began to pay criminals to commit small, puzzling crimes, with the hope of keeping him distracted. But it had to be done carefully.

He chose "Moriarty" as his alias in the underworld.

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Parallel Branching

Despite their size, the monster's hands were as subtle and steady as Frankenstein's own, his mind an eager tree stretching itself for the sunlight of knowledge. The Doctor thought he would turn into a magnificent surgeon. What more could a creator want from his creature?

He was almost proud when he found the monster's hidden laboratory. By then there were three of them,
and they were building the fourth with remarkable speed.

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Words between friends

You wanted to elaborate. To explain about the real mission, what was really at stake. But your orders were themselves a secret, and they left you with nothing useful to tell to your friend.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I can't do that."

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