"God"

“You’ll be fine,” I said.  I forced my voice to be neutral and calm.  “So far, the infection doesn’t seem to be spreading any further for Harry here.  I’m not seeing any more tendrils.  A prompt and thorough amputation seems to slow or stop the progression.  Whoever created this thing either didn’t plan for this, or they liked the idea of us hacking each other to pieces in efforts to stem the tide of this disease.”

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