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THE IMMUNE [ ]
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❝I'm immune to life, itself.❞
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"No."
The man raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"Brodenson, what you wish to do can potentially kill off the human species, do you realize that?" Dr. Livingston asked.
"Why so formal? Back in the old days, you used to call me Brody," Brodenson sighed. "And yes, I do realize that, but I can also potentially save the world."
"The risk is too great! I cannot allow you to endanger the world because you want to play superhero!" he stated boldly before running out of the room and into the open.
He didn't turn back as he heard a voice shout "stop him", he had to get to the key to a safe place before they captured him.
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