Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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“Damn,” Atris swore, hiding behind the wall.
The weak-willed slaves, controlled by the Tahitians, brought a huge screen into the building. Now he will also have radiation at work that suppresses his will. The rest of the staff watched in silence. They couldn’t do anything, nothing. Even if they were able to band together and attack the Tahitian servants, kill them, break the screen, it wouldn’t change anything. At all. Because the Tahitians would kill the whole crowd. With a look, through the captured people.
The perfect enemy. AlbireoMKG