“This is William. After getting a cup of coffee on the corner of 23rd and Broadway, he got angry with the cashier.” The good Doctor slid another photo across to Max. An espresso machine dripped with blood. Inside the grill were large tufts of hair and an unidentifiable human head. The eyes were missing.
“After arguing with the cashier, he took it upon himself to make the machine come alive and decapitate her. The problem is, he can do anything he wants. He merely just imagines it and it happens. There is nothing we can do about it. If we arrest him, he will simply escape. If we kill him, we could start a war with…well…your kind.”
Max stared at the photo uninterested. He handed it back to Dr. Blitz, burning the edges. “Great story Doc, but what does this have to do with me?”
“The government asked for your help Max. When you are the only one of your kind left, we will give you full benefits.”
His eyes turned from blue to green in an instant. He narrowed his eyes into tiny slits and stared into Dr. Blitz.
“What kind of benefits?”
“To start with, you will finally have a Social Security number. We will allow you to have a job, a house, to vote, you name it. You will become a citizen of the United States. That also means no more cameras or cells. That is what you want, isn’t it Max?”
“Deal.”
Max held his hand out to shake, but the good doctor avoided it like the plague.
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