I’m a science-fiction freak.

 

But with billions of dollars to burn through, even science fiction could become

reality, however fleetingly, and with all sorts of side effects and adverse

consequences.

 

Adverse consequences.

 

That’s how they had described it in the report. They hadn’t given him a copy.

He’d stolen one.

 

And when they fully realized what they had created? How adverse the truly

adverse could be?

 

He focused on the road up ahead. His short-term goal was to relocate somewhere.

He couldn’t go back to the Grunt, but he had some money.

 

The next moment he had to pull off the road, slam the car into park, bend over

the steering wheel, and throw up.

 

The pain seared through every one of his limbs. If ten was the top of the normal

pain scale, this was a hundred.

 

Or a thousand.