Gwen didn’t say anything to that, but he wasn’t really expecting her to.
“Have you ever heard the expression that a sword cuts both ways” He asked, surprising her.
She nodded, “Yeah, of course.”
“It’s incomplete, you know.”
“What is”
“The expression,” He said, “A sword doesn’t cut just two ways. It cuts in as many ways as there are hands to wield it. That’s the point, you know. Technology doesn’t care what way it’s used, it’s not moral, or thinking.We are. So make better use of your little piece of technology than Raymond Gorra did.”
“Little” She snarled automatically, then caught herself and smiled slightly as he chuckled. “Ok.Point taken. I think.”
“Good,” he told her, climbing to his feet. “Now how about I walk you home and you get some sleep. I think that this town’s going to need their police chief in top form to get everything running again.”
She nodded reluctantly, climbing to her feet as well.
They headed for the door together, but she stopped about halfway there. “Anselm”
“Yeah”
“Thanks.”
Anselm Gunnar nodded slowly, “No problem, Gwen.”
Then they walked out of the empty police station, closing and locking it behind them, and into the streets under the shadow of the kilometer high tower of power that rose so far above them.
About the Author
Thermals is Evan’s first published novel, and the second original work he has completed. A long time fan of science fiction, his love of epic storylines led him to put several million words onto the net in the pursuit of fanfiction stories, and eventually led to the novel you just finished.