Peter lay in bed, his mind racing with thoughts.
Suddenly, a mocking voice echoed directly inside his head. "Individuals with such pathetically low spirit are the kind our race would have abandoned at birth. Do you really intend to help them? What a fool!"
There was no one else in the room, no communication device, and no hidden speakers. The voice was ringing strictly inside his own skull.
An ordinary person would have been terrified out of their wits. But Peter wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he simply ignored it and chugged the rest of his beer.
Idiot. You're not even human, he cursed inwardly, showing zero respect and a whole lot of annoyance.
He reached for another bottle but stopped himself. If I get too drunk, this damn thing might hijack my body, and who knows what it'll do...
