“Apparently you very quickly picked up on something that needed changed down here. I’d say good job, but it did cost a man his life. Normally bani...hment is preferred.”“Is that what you’re going to do to me? Banish me?”“Not hardly. No. I’m going to ask you to do something, to clean up another mess. Only this one wasn’t created by us; it was created by your friends in the Railroad. They don’t have the same equipment that we do, so at times, when they give an escaped synth a new identity and. Our parents are successful farmers and were able to send us to college at KU in Lawrence, Kansas. We both got degrees in business administration and found good state government jobs in Topeka, which is only about twenty miles from Lawrence.I worked my way up to become a deputy director in one of the state agencies. Gwen quit working at the age of twenty-five to raise our children. Our son and daughter are now attending college in Lawrence. Our kids come home when they can, but we are becoming. Are you listening dimwit?” The Zaos said in a dulcet feminine voice that contrasted with her threatening words.The doctor turned towards Jason to reply. Jason put up a finger.“Zaos person, what are you doing in me?” Jason asked.“Sheesh, turn down the power a bit. Who is this?” The Zaos asked.“I told you halfwit, you are in me, who else are you in, are you simple or are you just thick?” Jason asked.The Zaos laughed. “You have a funny brain. I can’t get in to your mind and I can’t locate where. He was treated as garbage, not a deceased relative. He had no friends in the world, no one who mourned his death, and no one who felt outrage regarding his untimely death. Well, if the world was going to be so callous about his fate, he would return the favor with pleasure.Society made it legal for people to butcher him, so the only justice that would come would be by his own hand. This mortal saying of not taking the law into one's own hands was laughable in his case. He had no other choice.