<P>The corpse returned his dead stare.
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<P>They shared the same eyes. The same perspective. He and the corpse.
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<P>And then Gunther picked up the partially disassembled body with one hand and threw it through the glass window of the medlab. Broken shards and sparkles exploded into the air, suspended in time and space, then all hit the floor in a shattered, soundless opera.
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<P>The body hit a wall and collapsed.
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<P>Unmoving. Gray.
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<P>Malcolm wheezed, his windpipe finally opening after the pressure that had been applied, allowing the dull air of the facility to rush back into his lungs. He coughed, violently, spitting up blood, holding his chest as though he had an open wound.
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<P>Gunther gave him one last empty stare before stalking out of the room.
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<P>Andreas breathed a moment. Just stared into nothingness. Stared down at his blood-drenches hands. He had dropped his scalpel somewhere along the line.
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<P>Perhaps you could say that Gunther was not completely a machine. He had human in him. But he wasn't any more human than he was machine. And that human part of him was struggling to feel things - To separate itself from the machine... This was not a good thing. Gunther was only tormenting himself, and being tormented. His humanity was twisting itself in cruel ways. The man would go insane if he weren't helped.
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<P>Andreas looked at Malcolm, crumpled and hurting on the floor.
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<P>Idiot, he thought.
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