83N was weak. Close to death, even. He'd been frozen for far too long and his augments hadn't all been activated properly in the first place.
He seemed unwilling to come back with 173, only promising to give himself up if 173 didn't kill the human. It had gone against 173's no witnesses protocol, but he could go back and finish the job when 83N was safely onboard his craft.
Before that could happen, though, 173 would need a lab. 83N wouldn't make it back at this rate and the refrigerator was only good for cadavers. 173 would make no plans to bring a corpse back while the target was still alive.
"What happened to you?" 83N asked as 173 carried him to camp. It was faster than having him walk.
"One Great Race saved me. They'll save you too."
"Those fuckers are still around?"
"They're eternal," he answered, allowing a hint of pride into his tone.
"You hate them, Maxx. You always hated them and everything they stand for."
173 wondered if he had met 83N before after all. He didn't think too hard about it. He'd been warned against trying to recall the awful memories One Great Race had graciously blocked out for him. They would only compromise him.
"I am One Seventy Three. One Great Race saved me."
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Time Traveler Part I (Feeling Like The World Forgot Me)
FanfictionFreedom fighter and undercover spy Ben is caught on a mission, experimented on, cryofrozen and forgotten about. He wakes to find everything he knew long gone, the luxury space station he'd been investigating now a patchwork city of outcasts, outlaws...
