Movement

I feel emotion

I welcome it back, like an old friend

Friends, how human.

I am Sweeney. 

I graft an old pair of sunglasses to my face to cover my burning eyes.

I feel once more. I feel the rage, the hurt and the pain.

I feel my insides being replaced by cold steel and clockwork, ticking away for ever more.

I feel my eyes being replaced with fire, my mind with the ever-present tick-tock.

I feel the rage. The desire for vengeance against the Being that did it to me.

I feel the hurt I inflicted upon those, in the name of that Being.

I use the laptop-machine to search the information network. I find information on the Newborn. I find information on the Others.

I step outside, into the light and the world for the first time in years.

I am Frasier Sweeney once again.

I am a man, once a servant-machine-thing of the Tower-newborn.

My eyes burn with the heat of the sun itself.

And I wish to exact my revenge on the things which lurk in the darkness of the minds of lesser men.

Tick.

Tock.

Time's up.