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Room 1728. Of course, Dark had to have his last laugh. How long did he search for a nursing home with enough floors to have accommodate his small pun? Or perhaps he’d constructed the whole building just to hide the torpid corpse of Q? After reading his last novel, I would put nothing past old A.E. Dark. The hubris, the gall of the man, to decide right from wrong and to play so fast and loose with the fate of mankind.
How many had died because of Dark? All those Gene Genies, dying of thirst and hunger. How many would die once Vivian and Tebor followed through with their plan? All because of Dark. If he’d destroyed Q all those years ago, instead of hiding him away and leaving a trail of breadcrumbs to this very door, it would all be over. But here we were. What game had he been playing at? If he so feared 300, and what the blood of Cain was capable of, why did he not destroy it at the very source?
Perhaps, because he couldn’t. I now knew that now. How 300 had escaped quarantine, and began its spread as the Geneing menace...how Dark knew so intimately that 300 was a poison...
He’d taken the Geneing himself. When, I don’t know, but it had to be early on. Dark had been the first Gene Genie. And no Gene Genie could do anything to harm Q. For his blood ran in their veins. As Vivian had said, all Genies were Cain’s children, of him and because of him.
Dark had not hidden Q away to save mankind from Geneing. He’d hidden him away to save Cain from mankind. When the world was ready, the followers of Dark would decrypt the Last Novel, find Q and raise him from his eternal slumber. Then, all of mankind would live and follow Q.
From that day on and forever.
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