"With all due respect, sir. What the fuck?"
"I told you what the fuck is, Mr. Yaway. You will need to die if you want to save the world."
"And why precisely would I want to do that since I won't be able to make use of the money that you people will supposedly pay me if I manage to 'save the world' as you say."
The old man on the screen smiled and Otrahun felt a twisted bard of worry in the pit of his stomach.
"I speak casually of death because it's not the kind of death that you know or understand. You will die, of course, but it is in our power to bring you back or even rebuild you from the basic building blocks of your DNA."
"Are you talking about cloning me? Don't you know that cloning is illegal and the technology has not been perfected by anyone for that sole reason?"
"Mr. Yaway, we are beyond the realms of legal and illegal here. The companies that I head work in various fields of bio-technology, human genome mapping, and cloning. There are various other branches of this business that I can no longer supervise, but I know that we are far ahead of anything that the government can think or imagine for the technologies that we have developed."
"I can still say no and walk out of here. I really would like the money in any other way that doesn't involve my death."
"Hmm, for a smart man, you are quite stupid. You were chosen and brought here for a reason and if you think that you can just leave without any repercussions, then you are more delusional than we have projected you to be."
There was a slide and a click somewhere to Otrahun's left and then the cold metal of a gun touched his temple.
"My colleague here would not hesitate in blowing away your face, but maybe she will just shoot you in leg or start cutting your fingers till you decide to co-operate. We have other ways of making you help us, but we'd prefer if you worked with us voluntarily. The process goes easier that way."
"Do you really expect me to stay calm and work with you when you are asking me to die?"
"We will bring you back. It's not the first time we have done this."
"Bring me back from where?"
"From Hell. That's where we want you to go."
"I told you what the fuck is, Mr. Yaway. You will need to die if you want to save the world."
"And why precisely would I want to do that since I won't be able to make use of the money that you people will supposedly pay me if I manage to 'save the world' as you say."
The old man on the screen smiled and Otrahun felt a twisted bard of worry in the pit of his stomach.
"I speak casually of death because it's not the kind of death that you know or understand. You will die, of course, but it is in our power to bring you back or even rebuild you from the basic building blocks of your DNA."
"Are you talking about cloning me? Don't you know that cloning is illegal and the technology has not been perfected by anyone for that sole reason?"
"Mr. Yaway, we are beyond the realms of legal and illegal here. The companies that I head work in various fields of bio-technology, human genome mapping, and cloning. There are various other branches of this business that I can no longer supervise, but I know that we are far ahead of anything that the government can think or imagine for the technologies that we have developed."
"I can still say no and walk out of here. I really would like the money in any other way that doesn't involve my death."
"Hmm, for a smart man, you are quite stupid. You were chosen and brought here for a reason and if you think that you can just leave without any repercussions, then you are more delusional than we have projected you to be."
There was a slide and a click somewhere to Otrahun's left and then the cold metal of a gun touched his temple.
"My colleague here would not hesitate in blowing away your face, but maybe she will just shoot you in leg or start cutting your fingers till you decide to co-operate. We have other ways of making you help us, but we'd prefer if you worked with us voluntarily. The process goes easier that way."
"Do you really expect me to stay calm and work with you when you are asking me to die?"
"We will bring you back. It's not the first time we have done this."
"Bring me back from where?"
"From Hell. That's where we want you to go."
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