A man of science to his core, but even he could appreciate the dramatic flavor of this tranquil September afternoon.
Dr. Swanson waded into the chilly Pacific, heavy stones in his coat pockets pulling at him.
He looked back towards the shore at the two dozen androids lined up along the water’s edge, their eyes glowing green, bodies reflecting the bright sun.
In two short years his genius had given them life. They answered with death.
He turned away, let the frigid water rise past his chest and kept walking.
Better to end it now than witness what comes next.
The Weekday One Hundred 