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    “We have to escape,” Siris said to the man he once knew as the God King. “Together.”
    “If there were a chance for escape, do you not think that the Worker would have taken it during all those centuries? No. There is no escape.”
    “Then what? Continue to kill one another?”
    “A little boring, wouldn’t you say?”
    Siris reached Raidriar. He hesitated.
    And the Dark Self took over.
    Siris attacked without planning to. He fell upon the God King, butchering him even as the other man reached up to try to strangle Siris.
    When he was done, Siris stood over the dead body, and let himself feel horror.
    It’s starting to rule me, he realized.
    Once, he worried that these thoughts would return him to being the man he had once been, the callous Deathless tyrant. This was worse, though. Far worse. He had all of that man’s rage, frustration, and skill—but none of that man’s control.
    He sank down beside the corpse and sighed, resting his head back against the stone.

DEVIATION
THE THIRD
    “IN CONCLUSION, we have a decision to make regarding the product,” Jarred said, standing at the head of the small room. “By far the largest of our potential markets are companies that do a lot of shipping. They can use Omega to cut their costs incredibly. Because of this, I suggest delaying the home user product to focus on an expensive, high-end commercial product.”
    Uriel sat in the select crowd watching the presentations. The seats were supposed to be comfortable, but he couldn’t use either of his armrests, as others had taken them. How did people know when to use an armrest and when not to? Was there some rule of sharing the space that nobody had thought to teach him?
    The elbows of large executives crowded him on either side, making him feel scrunched in his seat. He glanced over his shoulder. Mr. Galath sat at the top back of the tiered room, in a row all to himself. He seemed . . . profound, with that short, greying beard and those deep, unfathomable eyes. Quite possibly the greatest inventor who had ever lived, and certainly the greatest mind of their time. He sat and watched, and did not say anything.
    “Well, that’s really interesting,” Adram said from his seat. “Because I think the opposite.” The lanky man sprang to his feet, edging Jarred off the stage. He swiped Jarred’s presentation from the wallscreen.
    “See, the problem with going for a few corporate clients,” Adram said, “is that it just doesn’t capture the imagination of the public. We have something new here, something incredible !”
    He swiped something up onto the wallscreen, a splashy graphic with two metal bands at the center. “I call it InstaBe.”
    “InstaBe?” one of the executives asked with a flat voice.
    “Instant-being,” Adram exclaimed. “Personal teleportation.”
    “It doesn’t work on living things,” another executive said. “Inorganic transmission only.”
    “I’m sure Mr. Galath will figure out that little limitation eventually,” Adram said. The smile he gave was so transparent that Uriel rolled his eyes. “And even if he doesn’t, InstaBe will still be a smash hit. Look, most companies, they never have a real chance to grip the public. They release their products into a tempest of a marketplace, and have to scream just to get the smallest bit of attention.
    “We won’t have that problem. Everyone is going to want an InstaBe. They’ll want five or six! Park your car and go for a hike? You can teleport it to your location when you’re done. Always losing your wallet? Stick a ring on it, teleport it to yourself when you need it.” He grinned even wider. “We’re gonna change the world , folks!”
    “It’s not safe,” Uriel said.
    Adram stilled, his smile cracking. He forced it back on immediately, not showing his annoyance.
    “It’s perfectly safe,” one of the executives said. “Thousands of teleportations made, no mishaps.”
    “The technology itself is safe,” Uriel said.