And if it wasn’t for evolution you’d still be living in a tree eating bananas.” You cling to the past only because you fear change. You should be pleased to know that your son will be held in such high esteem.

And the electric children, including yours, will be held up and worshipped as the pioneers of a new world order. “The day will come when I will be as celebrated as George Washington is today. How else could they be crazy enough to think they could change the world?” He leaned back.

“Trust me, the day will come when I will be honored as the visionary I am.” Of course we dress it up in noble intentions, but in the end politics and religion are like sausage-it may be good, but it’s best not to know what goes into it. “The lust for power is the only way the world has ever changed. “You make that sound like it’s a bad thing.” He leaned toward the bars. “You have no cause except your own lust for power.” And when we’re done, he’ll be of great value to our cause.” If psychology has taught us anything, it’s that everyone has a breaking point. You may not recognize him anymore, but you’ll definitely see him.” When he’s broken and subservient, you’ll see him. “We have him safely locked away as we reeducate him.” “That’s the thing about your husband, he always called a spade a spade.” “Did he also tell you that I’m dangerous?” “He said you are an unstable, diabolical, delusional man with megalomaniac tendencies.” “And what, exactly, did your late husband have to say?” Hatch, but yes, they used to call me that.” “Do you?” He sat down in the room’s lone chair, an amused grin blanketing his face. And the only way you’re ever going to get back there is if you no longer wish to return.” Secondly, you, my dear, are a long, long way from Idaho. “Surely you don’t mean that inept little police department in Meridian, Idaho. “I trust your accommodations are to your satisfaction.”

“Hello, Sharon.” A buzzer went off and he typed in the required code. She was sitting back against the bars when Hatch walked into the room. Her room was only ten by ten, two-thirds of it occupied by her metal cage. Sharon Vey had counted the days of her captivity by scratching marks into the concrete floor of her cell.

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