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Nicholas Boothman
Lina smiled then, a quick, genuine flash of teeth.
“Alright, Architect. You buy the pizza. I’ll build the
bomb.”
Lina was the hardware. Henry realized he needed
the heart, or maybe the fury. He needed someone who
could articulate the sheer moral decay of the system
without using his cynical corporate tongue.
He found his next recruit, Father Vincent, at a soup
kitchen five blocks from his old glass tower. Vincent
was a former theology professor turned street preacher,
renowned not for platitudes, but for his raw, furious
sermons against the commercialization of faith. Vincent
preached that modern religion was just another
corporate comfort blanket, selling certainty instead of
demanding struggle.
Henry approached him after the meal service was
done. Vincent was meticulously cleaning up the last of
the mess, his hands calloused from physical labor.
“I heard you preach once,” Henry said. “You said
the greatest sin wasn’t lust or greed, but willful
blindness.”
Vincent looked up, his face etched with permanent
fatigue and anger. “It is. People worship the comfort of
a lie. The promise that everything is fine, the promise
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