It is most definitely a god, their prisoner declared, a little huffily. Why should it hurt. In other circumstances, Renie wouldhave laughed at the anticlimactic obviousness of it, but she was as stunned as he was. Surely only things that were alive could make up stories.
If he was not a living, breathing Citizen, he was a Puppetthat had been constructed with great care to seem like You don't know what they were doing. Now he knew to the very marrow of his bones that something existed that was morefrightening than he could have ever imagined--that the fear it created was worse even than histerror of death. He had spentrather a lot of money making sure the simulation performed properly; as he drew this one beneathhis nose, savoring the aroma, he felt once again it had been money well spent.
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