One Thousand and One Lovers

One Thousand and One Lovers

By Vic James

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Copyright 2014 by Vic James

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Four

Ahmed placed his cock at my hole and pushed quickly inside me. I groaned. He began fucking me. He bent down and kissed me while he fucked me. It was awful and wonderful. Taking his tongue and his cock at the same time, made me feel even more that I was his, but it hurt. I almost wished he had a smaller cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He changed his position and I groaned into his mouth. He kept stabbing at a spot. I groaned and felt my cock shoot. He pulled away and grinned at me. He was still pounding me. He reached down and wiped up my semen. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and then groaned. I felt his cock jump slightly inside me, as he pumped more of his milk into my body. His cock softened and he collapsed onto the bed, beside me.

"I want to take a nap. Will you stay?"

"I would love to, but we will have to decide which of us does it. Lie there, my love. One of us will join you shortly."

He got up and got dressed. He left the room. I was very happy. I was also sleepy. I guess I fell asleep. I woke when an Ahmed climbed into bed with me. He took me in his arms. He was sweaty. That meant it was the one that just left. I snuggled back against him and fell asleep.

I woke to voices and a thud. I opened my eyes. The Ahmeds were moving a large metal box into my room. I had no idea what it was, or why it was in my room.

"What is it?"

"It's a vault."

"Oh. I wondered when I would have a vault next to my bed!"

"It doesn't go by the bed, silly but sweet boy! It goes over here, by the wall!"

"What will go in the vault?"

"You."

"In case someone tries to steal me!"

"Exactly.wrong."

I got up. I walked over to them.

"I woke up without an Ahmed in my bed. Do you know how terrible that it?"

They both grinned at me.

"Terrible," one said.

"Awful, truly awful!" the other said.

I reached out and rubbed one of the two groins in sight.

"Our wife needs us."

"He needs me. You are superfluous."

"Ha!"

They got the big box standing up and next to the wall.

"Now, what?"

One of the Ahmeds pressed a device. The door opened. The inside was about four square meters. One of the Ahmeds picked me up. I grinned at him.

"I love you," I mouthed.

He carried me into the vault. The other Ahmed joined us and closed the door. I was in a small enclosed area with two grinning Ahmeds. The ceiling in the vault glowed, dimly.

"Is this a sex chamber?"

"I prefer to call it the orgy room."

I laughed.

"I like that better, too."

The Ahmeds undressed. Soon I had one in front of me and one behind. They pressed against me on both sides. I groaned.

"Do you like this, my love?" the one behind me asked.

"I love it!"

The one in front grinned.

"This was the only way two of us could safely make love to you at the same time."

"I wanted that," I said.

"We do, too."

"But do we have to worry about suffocation?"

"There is a rebreather in the floor."

"Oh."

The Ahmed in front suddenly pulled my mouth to his. I groaned as we kissed. The one behind me placed his cock at my hole and pushed in quickly. I groaned again. Both of them had their arms around me. The one in front pulled away. He pushed my head down. I opened my mouth and began sucking him. I was in heaven, I have to admit. I was full of Ahmed. He began fucking my mouth. I had trouble breathing, at first. But I adjusted. It was more than twice as wonderful as sex with one Ahmed. I decided it was a synergy, a sexual synergy. The one who was fucking me, pulled me up. He ran his hands over my chest and belly as the other Ahmed began sucking me. After a couple of minutes, they began passing my head back and forth as the two kissed me. I wrapped both hands around their erections as we kissed. I pulled away and began licking one of their shoulders and licked my way over his neck and up to his chin.

"There is somewhere else we want you to lick."

Both of them turned around, sticking their butts out. I knelt and pulled a pair of furry Ahmed cheeks apart. I dove in and began licking his hole. I heard Ahmed sigh. After tonguing his ass for a couple of minutes, I switched to the other. Both of them were salty from sweat. I pulled away after I'd rimmed him for a while.

"I want to watch one of you fuck the other," I said.

"What a good idea!" one said.

"It is," the other said. "Now bend over."

"Oh, no! You have it reversed. I am Ahmed Two. I have seniority."

"Ha. Use that excuse when Seven asks the original to fuck you!"

"The original and I are very close--"

"I know. That's why he is going to fuck you!"

"Enough!" I said, laughing. "It was a joke."

Both of them faked laughter.

I chuckled.

It was hot and we were all sweating. Suddenly, their mouths were all over my body, licking, biting, and sucking. I groaned. One stopped that long enough to push inside me. He thrust several times and then pulled out. The other fucked me briefly.

I started to get dizzy.

"Oh!"

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I feel dizzy."

One of the Ahmeds opened the door to the vault. Cool air rushed in.

"Breathe deeply."

I did.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes."

"Maybe the rebreather wasn't working," one said.

"It may not work fast enough for three of us. Or it could be the heat combined with excitement."

"That was probably it," I said.

"I need a bath. Can one of you join me?"

They played a game to see which one got to do it. The winner grinned at took me to the bathroom. He turned the water on in the largest tub. Then he pulled me into his arms.

"Did you like it at all?"

I laughed.

"It was incredible! Thank you for thinking of it."

He nodded. We climbed into the tub and sat in the warm water. Ahmed leaned back and put me in front of him. The he wrapped his arms around me.

"Are you happy, Seven?"

"Very. I have to admit I am worried, too."

"About too many Ahmeds?"

"Yes, but not sexually. Father won't say anything about why we need so many of you."

"You should be able to figure it out, my love."

I thought for a minute. I didn't know why, but I knew what one Ahmed was capable of. If Father needed so many, something was very wrong.

That night, the two clones came into my room. They had me choose sticks for who would sleep with me. I pulled a stick and one of them was very happy. So, naturally, I hugged the other one and told him how much I loved him.

"I will insist that you sleep with me tomorrow night."

He smiled.

"I love you, Seventh."

He kissed me and left the room. A naked Ahmed was on my bed. He patted the bed, grinning at me. Then he shook his erection.

"You think you are very sexy, don't you?" I asked.

"No, but I know you do, and that's all that matters."

I laughed, as I got into bed.

Ahmed took the oil and spread it on his cock. I pulled my legs up. Then he pushed a finger inside me. He pulled it out and smelled it. I laughed.

"It smells like Ahmed juice," he said.

"I wonder why?"

Ahmed shrugged and I laughed.

He pushed inside me. I groaned. He rolled me onto my side and wrapped his arms around me.

"Good night, beloved."

I ordered the lights off. I was a little disappointed we weren't having sex, but we had both come several times, that wonderful day. I fell asleep with his cock inside me, just as he had said I would.

The next day, Father showed the rest of the family the new Ahmeds. He didn't mention that there would be more. Then I realized that when Father discussed them, no other family members had been present. I know Father felt Marizlan had at least one agent in the complex, but he hadn't ever implied he thought it might be someone in the family. I decided he was just being cautious. After all a family member might mention it to a servant, and the servant might be an agent. I was pleased, of course, that he trusted me. But I didn't like suspecting family members. That didn't mean I would say anything to anyone about any part of Father's plans. His plans were his own, to reveal or keep secret. Revealing them to me was an honor. Speaking of them to others would be a dishonor.

After they left, I asked Father something I had been wondering.

"A scientist could leak the plan for your new personal army. One of them might have already done so."

"They are monitored twenty-four hours a day. Besides, if word had gotten out, we would know. I am certain of that."

"Are you sure we are going to have enough?" I asked.

"Enough for you? Perhaps not."

I'm afraid I blushed. Father laughed.

"Don't worry, Seven. My left hand knows not what my right hand does."

I learned later that Father had moved half the scientists to a second section of the underground complex, completely isolated from the others. Each group was cloning five hundred Ahmeds, and thought the other group was working on new weapons. No one knew there were two groups of clones, except Father. I didn't know and the first three Ahmeds didn't know. To this day, I still don't know how Father managed to get enough growth chambers for a thousand Ahmeds, and keep it completely secret.

"Father, are you disappointed that I have no interest in women," I asked, after made his cryptic comment about his hands.

He sighed.

"Yes."

I was about to cry. I forced myself not to. Kings couldn't afford tears. Father put his arm around me.

"Seven, there were things about me that disappointed my father. For one, he claimed I spent more time having sex than studying. Like him, I want my sons to be perfect. Strong, brave, caring, and dedicated. It isn't possible, and if it were, I suspect a son like that would be a very irritating person." I smiled. "He would show up all my own flaws, as well as everyone else's. Your flaw is not yours alone. Never mention it, but your Uncle Quad is the same way." I was shocked. "There have been many in our family over the centuries like you. I assume it is part of our bloodline, since it keeps popping up. Things would be simpler if you fell in love with a woman. The fact that you never will, will cause complications and perhaps worse. In answer to your question, yes I am disappointed that you don't like women, but that doesn't mean I am disappointed in you. They are two very different things, and I am most emphatically not disappointed in you."

I hugged him.

Weeks passed by. There were no more assassination attempts. I began studying a variety of subjects I would need to know to rule. I was taught by my father and also by Ahmed. I came to realize that Ahmed was more qualified to rule than I was. But he was not royal. Between studies, the Ahmeds were playful, and I had come to love that. I came to love Ahmed milk and that pleased the three Ahmeds very much. The two clones alternated in my bed, with the original making sporadic visits. I always tried to make him feel I missed him. I did. I whispered in his ear once that he was the one I fell in love with, despite the fact that I loved the clones, just as much. I know that pleased him. I longed to have more than one in my bed, though. Ahmed talked often, when we were alone of the things they would do to me and I was very, very eager.

Then word about the growing clones did leak out. Father sent for me just before dawn one morning and we went to a security room. His electronic security chief was there. He stood when we entered. I didn't know what was going on. Ahmed One stood behind Father and Ahmed Two was behind me. The original stood outside the door.

"Are you sure you wish to have your son here?"

"Yes."

"I am afraid we have proof that Fourth has been in communication, indirectly with someone in Marizlan. We traced a communication of his out of the palace and through five intermediaries all the way to New Damascus. Being indirect, we weren't certain it was an intentional message to Marizlan. However he received a return message by the same route about twenty minutes ago."

My father's face was immobile.

"Here are the names of the intermediaries. I have security video of Fourth having a conversation with the first man on the list."

"Where is Fourth?"

"He is in his rooms. I have four guards at the door to prevent his exit."

Father turned to Ahmed Two.

"Go. Keep him there. If he tries to leave, do whatever it takes to stop him, including killing him."

I gulped and Ahmed looked uneasy. He nodded, though.

"Yes, sire."

He left and the original Ahmed came into the room and stood behind me. That Ahmed patted my shoulder, briefly. I needed it. I felt the world was slipping apart. Kill him?

Father sat in silence for several minutes.

"I suppose I knew," he said, finally. "Five and Six said he could not be trusted, but I was reluctant to believe it. I hoped it was only sibling rivalry. But ten minutes ago, if you had asked me which one of my sons I thought might ever betray me, I would have guessed Fourth. He is cold and he loves wealth. Maybe that is all he loves. But actually hearing of his betrayal. That is hard." Father sighed. "Is anyone else in his rooms?"

"No."

"Seal the rooms."

"It is done."

"Have you decrypted the message yet?"

"There is a fifty-three percent chance it is 'More. It is now or never.'"

Father sighed.

"Does that have any special significance to you?" he asked Father.

"Yes. Arrest him. Executive directive 6-A-0-1. Repeat 6-A-0- 1. Repeat 6-A-0-1"

"Proceed," the complex computer responded.

"Evacuate and close off sections three four and three six. Then introduce agent BA622 into section three five ventilation system only. Also introduce seventy percent antidote. Repeat command."

The computer repeated his command.

"Implement."

"Notice given to five people in section three four. Section three six is empty. Persons in section three four have moved to section three three. Sections three four and three six are sealed. Agent introduced. Antidote introduced."

It never occurred to me that Father had an execution system in place in the royal complex. Would Four's rooms would be his prison until his fate was decided? Of course, his fate was to die. He was already dying, unless the percentage of antidote was increased. Even if Fourth escaped, without additional antidote, he would not survive long. And he didn't even know he needed an antidote.

"Get me Fourth," Father said.

The wall in front of us showed us Fourth in his room. He was in bed, coughing.

"Fourth."

He looked at us.

"Hello, Father."

Faher was looking at a display in the table. He circled a name with his finger.

"What was your transmission to Marizlan?"

Fourth tried to chuckle, but he coughed.

"Marizlan? I haven't spoken to anyone in Marizlan. I have no friends there."

"There is Abel Droon."

I didn't know who that was.

"Abel Droon? I don't recall the name."

"Display image four one seven seven two," Father said.

A security video appeared. Fourth was walking into a room. A man held his hand out waving to him.

"Was that the man's name?" Fourth asked. He coughed. "There is something in the air."

"Yes. It is a biological agent. A poison."

It was illegal to use biological agents in warfare and in prisons. I supposed it was legal in your own home.

The smiled disappeared off Fourth's face.

"I do not know what you have been told, but I would never do anything to harm your kingdom or you."

"Introduce agent HD348 to the ventilation system of section three five."

Father repeated it twice. The computer replied.

"Broadcast conversation with Fourth to family," Father said. "Notify the Judge and include him in the broadcast."

Everyone in the family would be watching.

I watched Fourth's face go slack.

"Hello Fourth," Father said.

Fourth smiled, broadly.

"Father! How are you?"

"Fine, Fourth. Tell me, what have you been discussing with your friends in Marizlan?" Father asked Fourth.

"They aren't my friends, but they are going to help me. For the life of me, I can't remember why I wanted you to die. It seems unimportant now."

I closed my eyes as Fourth recited a long list of offenses against Father and the kingdom. He murdered Two himself. I put my face in my hands. I felt Ahmed place his hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked at Father. His face was like ice. I put my hand on his. He gave me a little smile.

I wondered what agent HD348 was doing to Fourth.

Fourth began describing an invasion plan by Marizlan. He mentioned that they only had four months left before the Ahmed Army was ready. I looked at Father. He grinned at that. Fourth had been fed inaccurate data. In fact, the clones would be 'born' in only two days. Fourth was planning to personally kill the Ahmeds, as his part. He had a poison gel to which he was immune. Contact with it by anyone else would kill them within two hours. All he had to do was touch each Ahmed, one by one. He seemed happy as he said it. That made me hate him more. He planned to kill the scientists the same way. He had another poison for the clones still in their tubes. Once all other members of the royal family were dead, Fourth would become king. He said he hoped Father wouldn't mind that. I stared at him. Obviously he was drugged. Fourth continued. In gratitude for Marizlan's assistance in making him king, Fourth would give Marizlan the port cities of Asbaddon and Remurril. The rest of our kingdom would be a semi- independent part of Marizlan. From what Fourth enthusiastically described, he would be more like a Grand Duke under Marizlan's king than a king, but I supposed he preferred to think of himself as becoming king.

"Who were your accomplices?"

Fourth named several names, after coughing for quite a while. One of them was Effan, the Cleric. Father tapped his lips with his finger as he thought.

"Effan was helping you? I thought he disliked you," Father said.

"No, Father. It is you he despises. He actually wanted to kill you himself, but I wanted to do it."

I became so angry, I began shaking. Ahmed put both hands on me. I clasped one of his hands and felt better.

"Send word to them, will you? Tell them you must see them in your rooms. Will they come, if you ask?"

"Oh, yes. They are eager for the plan to proceed. We have a code language. They will not worry about being overheard here. We have met here before."

Father sighed. "Yes. I recall. I wondered why you invited Effan to the palace. Call them. Wait until they are all present before giving them your good news. Today is the day, Fourth."

Fourth smiled.

"Yes, the good news! I must tell them!"

"Please don't tell them the good news until they are all there. You don't need to mention me, either. It sounds as if Effan is cross at me."

Fourth chuckled.

"I understand, Father. Would you mind sending the three Ahmeds to my room, one-by-one?"

I felt like throwing up.

"Thinks will be much less uncertain with you helping us," Fourth said.

"Yes, but don't tell them. I'll sent you the first Ahmed soon."

Fourth grinned.

"Thank you, Father!"

We sat there and watched Fourth contact each of them.

Father turned off the view wall in Fourth's room. Neither he nor his visitors would know we were watching. Father sent for his chief Judge and the other Cleric in the kingdom, Kivan. Kivan was a moderate, who Effan despised. The Judge would have heard Fourth's confession.

Father turned to me. He seemed amazingly happy. He muted our room.

"Effan is a fish I have wanted to gut for thirty years. Treason has earned him a death sentence. He will admit his guilt himself."

"Is it a truth drug?"

Father grinned. "With the Judge on the way? Of course, not. That is illegal! The drug merely sedates you slightly and makes you feel the person to whom you speak is your truest friend. The one person you trust most. It is quite legal. It is also very new. It is the first trust drug, as far as I know. It makes you trusting. None of our guests are aware of its existence."

While we waited for Fourth's guests to arrive, Father said to me, "This may work out far better than I hoped."

"How so?"

"Kivan is not nearly as opposed to man-to-man sex as Effan, and with good reason."

I stared at Father.

Ahmed bent down and kissed the top of my head.

"Exactly," Father said, nodding.

I had been amazed with how accepting Father had been of my relationship with Ahmed. I loved him a little more for it.

While we waited, Father had food and drink sent to Fourth's room by robot. He told me that there was no point testing the antidote on a servant, and that Fourth would make a fine tester. Ahmed laughed at that.

Effan arrived first. We listened to a bizarre short speech by Fourth about fish in the fish market, shoes, and the weather. It had to be the code Fourth mentioned.

The security chief opened the door and Kivan and the Judge walked into the room. Father greeted Kivan warmly. He clasped the Judge's hand.

"It is a terrible day," the Judge said.

"Perhaps not. Once the traitors are gone, perhaps we can relax a little," Father said. "In a way, I am relieved. I can stop doubting everyone." He smiled at me. "Well, everyone except Seven and Ahmed."

"I doubt Marizlan will ever relax," the Judge said. Then he asked, "What was that about four months and what is the 'Ahmed Army'? I know Ahmed is extremely capable, but three men can hardly be called an army."

"More are on the way."

"Ah! Excellent. I should have assumed that. Why stop at three?"

"The first two clones were a test," Father explained.

We waited while the Judge called his clerk and a Witness. They joined us about five minutes later. Then we waited for the rest of Fourth's guests to arrive. It took almost an hour. During that time, Father had one of the scientists explain what HD348 did, and how it avoided breaking the law against drugs of coercion. The Judge and his clerk spoke together softly for several minutes. They asked for information about the sedative that was included in the drug. Then the Judge had the computer ask Fourth and Effan a series of questions. They were odd questions, but I assumed they were tests of some sort on how the drug affected their minds. The Judge and the clerk seemed satisfied by their answers. The Judge didn't question anyone else in Fourth's room. I supposed the answers they gave proved the drug didn't control them illegally.

The final guest joined Fourth and the others.

"Fourth, tell me what help Effan has been with your plan to be our next king."

Fourth recited many things. I did not know what Fourth was talking about, but the others in the room seemed to. It reminded me of how little I knew about the kingdom. But I was learning. They looked at each other in surprise several times.

When Fourth stopped, Father asked, "How will you repay Effan for his extraordinary assistance?"

We watched Effan smile.

"I will be Royal Cleric, a position I deserved decades ago."

We didn't have a Royal Cleric.

Father and the Judge asked the other guests to explain how they helped with his son's plan. Each of them spoke up.

I really needed to go relieve myself, but I didn't want to miss anything.

The Judge then asked each guest to confirm each act of treason. They each did.

Father muted the room, again.

"Do you have enough evidence to convict them of treason?" Father asked the Judge.

The Judge looked down for a moment. Then he looked at Father.

"Yes. More than enough. Each person in that room is convicted of treason against Amarill. Will you pass sentence?"

"Death," Father said.

The Judge nodded.

"Do you have anything to add?" the Judge asked Kivan.

Kivan shrugged. "I agree with the charge of treason."

"Judgement and sentence had been passed. I must say, I am very glad you have stopped this coup," the Judge said.

"I expect we will have a battle on our hands, but we will not be unprepared."

Father looked at Kivan.

"I name Kivan Royal Cleric."

Kivan's mouth dropped open.

"I name Kivan Chief Amarill Cleric."

Kivan looked uncomfortable, but nodded.

"I wish a ruling from you," Father said.

Kivan nodded.

"Can a marriage between two men be blessed in this kingdom?"

Kivan looked shocked at the question. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

"I don't think that I."

"You have the authority," the Judge said to him.

"But."

"Effan will be dead soon. His supporters and everyone else in the kingdom will hear him admit his treason. It is your turn to exercise your influence," Father said. "You are Royal Cleric and Chief Cleric. Rule."

Kivan stood. He turned to Father and nodded his head. As Chief Cleric, he was technically the second most powerful individual in the kingdom. He no longer needed to bow to Father. He reached for Father's hand and held it while he closed his eyes and prayed silently. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"I will inform the kingdom that man-to-man marriages are lawful and blessed in this holy kingdom."

Kivan sat.

Ahmed squeezed my shoulder. I hugged my father.

"You should thank Fourth," Father whispered in my ear.

Father administered the antidote to the trust drug.

Father leaned over and whispered in Kivan's ear. Then I saw Kivan looking at me with an expression of shock. I smiled at him and he got up and stood behind me. He put a hand on each shoulder. I tilted my head back and saw Kivan's eyes were closed, as he prayed. Kivan returned to his seat. I wondered what Father said to him. Had he told him about Ahmed, being the next in line for the throne, or both?

Once those in Fourth's room had clear minds, Judge pronounced sentence. There was much screaming and Effan tried to leave. They were locked in the room.

Father made a speech to the kingdom, telling them of the attempted coup. He broadcast their admissions of guilt, so no one could claim it was a politically motivated plan to eliminate the opposition. He announced Kivan's promotion and the conspirators' death sentences. He warned the kingdom that war with Marizlan was inevitable, and he instructed the public to inform any security guard or soldier if they knew of Marizlan conspirators still at large. They faced death if they kept silent about known traitors. Then the Judge spoke to the kingdom. He assured them that the confessions were not coerced. He condemned their attempted coup and declared anyone assisting one of Amarill's enemies was a traitor and would be executed. Finally, Kivan spoke. He made several pronouncements, and then he emphasized to the religious faithful that their journey to the Divinity should be led by the House of Amarill. His speech impressed me a great deal. Then Kivan changed subjects. He began speaking of love and its importance, and then marriage and its importance. It seemed to me like he was speaking the obvious, but then he began speaking of man-to-man love. He spoke at length on the subject and recited quotes from other historical moderate Clerics on the subject. Finally, he said the words I never thought to hear.

"I declare man-to-man marriages to be legal in Amarill and are equally blessed by the Divine."

There was so much opposition to man-to-man relations that I wondered if the public would accept his ruling. We had had generations of conservative Clerics who were intensely opposed to such relationships. Effan had many supporters. I wondered what would happen. Maybe they would move to some other kingdom! Then it occurred to me that once I was king, if they spoke out against my spouse, I could have them executed for treason. I hoped they would choose to move somewhere else.

Once Kivan stopped speaking, Father gave another speech. He spoke briefly of his support of Kivan and acknowledged the legality of man-to-man relationships. Then he spoke of two former kings of the House of Amarill who were married to men. I was shocked to hear about them. But conservative Clerics hadn't want them mentioned, I was sure. Then he spoke to Effan's supporters.

"The traitor Effan has many supporters. I am inclined to believe that they are all participants in this plot to turn our country over to our enemies from the east. Each of them will be interrogated to learn of their complicity or innocence. If it is learned that their support of Effan is stronger than their support of the House of Amarill, they are traitors and will be executed. Travel of any known supporters of Effan out of the country is forbidden until further notice. Any caught attempting to leave the country are subject to spot execution. All soldiers and guards in the kingdom are authorized and obligated to perform the executions." He spoke to the soldiers and guards. "A list of Effan's supporters can be found on your cerebral display."

I felt numb. Our kingdom was a vastly different place than it had been a few hours earlier. I barely heard Judge as he declared the legality of Father's.purge. I became more aware as the Judge assured the public that no innocent person would be harmed, and that it was not a crime to be a former supporter of Effan as long as one was a loyal supporter of the House of Amarill. The broadcast ended. I was relieved that Father didn't announce his succession plan at that time. I was completely unprepared to address the kingdom. I had a feeling that if I opened my mouth, nothing would come out. Plus, I was about to piss in my pants.

Father turned to Kivan.

"Would you like to speak to Effan?"

Kivan sighed.

"I had rather hoped he was dead, already."

Ahmed and I laughed.

As we viewed Fourth's room, again, we could see they were yelling at each other.

"Effan," Kivan said.

"Who is it?"

"It is your superior. Royal Cleric Kivan," Father said.

Effan sneered.

"Bow to him, Effan."

Effan looked shocked.

"I will not!"

"Do any of you wish to die immediately?" Father asked.

They looked at each other. No one spoke.

"Your majesty, end this," the Judge said.

Father nodded. He told the complex computer to stop supplying the antidote. We watched, as one-by-one, the people in Fourth's room died.

Father asked the computer if any were still alive. The computer confirmed they were dead.

"Is anyone present in sections three four through three six?" Father asked the computer.

"No."

"Incinerate sections three four through three six."

We saw flames. When the flames ended, only ash remained.

I barely made it to a restroom in time.

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