Norman Holmes was hard at work. Finding clues. Finding alternatives. Finding labels. Finding evidence. Hard evidence. Evidence so hard you could win a courthouse with it. Norman decided that he would automate his body so he could do more work efficiently. He became a robot. An android. Nothing was left but bolts and pieces. All humanity was lost. Long was the void in which he threw himself. In the pursuit of a more human power be became what he once feared most. Nothing.

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