Teaser:
Amon’s eyes opened to a hazy room. His head was pounding. His stomach felt like bricks and barbed wire. He moaned as he reached for his gut. His arm was made of lead and his hands were tingling. He tried to speak and found his voice strangled in his throat. He pushed harder until a croak sounded, “GYNZT…” The gynoid’s eyes illuminated and shifted in his direction. Amon remembered his earlier order and regretted it.
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