3 Jan
2026
3 Jan
'26
10:38 p.m.
—- slave boss, injured, hyperprisoned, hopeless stretches his tiny particles toward the arch— —ive room and the incinerator it is a front to
he stands by the zombie workers incinerating everybody’s records, and looks st the roaring huge flames
slave boss: “there’s a problem”
slave boss: “my alibi is in there”
oops alibi may be weong example
[slave boss jumps bodily into the incinerator and begins trying to use his augmentations to undo the entropy of the combustion, which involves him mutat—
zombie worker: “boss i didn’t know you could unb—ur—