Crumbling Ultimate Goal

Someone was attaching the cords to me when I began to regain consciousness.  “Idiot, idiot!”  The voice sounded as if from a far distance.  “I warned you not to remove the cords, didn’t I?”

My heart started beating steadily.  Had he come a little later, I might had a heart attack!

“Next time,” said Clive, “I won’t be able to save you because I won’t be near you.  Got that?”   He glared at me before leaving the room.

“Condescending son of a bitch!”  I said.

The door flung open and Clive poked his head in the room.  “Watch it, fool! I read minds.”

That sounded like a trouble for my ultimate goal.            –From The SPACE HERMITS

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