Prof said, settling onto the stool beside my hospital bed. He was a solid man with greying hair, goggles tucked into the pocket of his shirt. I flexed my hand. Prof’s healing powers—gifted to me under the guise of a piece of technology—had mended my wounds. I didn’t remember much about the last few hours. I’d lain in a daze, several city doctors working to keep me alive long enough for Prof to arrive. I sat back against the headboard, breathing deeply, remembering the final moments with Mitosis. They came to me clearly, though the time after that was muddy. “How did she get them all there?” I asked. “The people?” “The Emergency Message System,” Prof said. “Tia sent out a plea to everyone near the river, begging them to go to you and to sing along to the music she sent through their mobiles. They could easily have remained in hiding. Ordinary people have no business fighting Epics.” “I’m an ordinary person.” “Hardly. But it doesn’t matter.” “It does, Prof.”
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