“Fu..Ah! It was the fuckin’ 1800s! How should I know?” Strains more against the bindings. Damnit. Come on, loosen up! ”I only know they were experiments that’s it. Fucking q-ball.”
Lex shocked him again, getting irritated. “Try a little harder to remember. A name, anything.”
His god should be fat and happy with this, was his miserable thought at the pain that surges through him-again.
“Like. I. Know. It was before I was born-asswipe.”
“I’m sure your maker would have kept you. Examining your talents.” Lex sucked at his teeth. Solterra was useless to him, unable to give him even a piece of information. He instructed his men to bring him a vat of acid.
”But since you can’t recall anything you’re no longer useful to me.” To his men he said, “Dump him in the acid but make sure you knock him out first. he’s resourceful.”
Sucks in his teeth, “By the time I came around, the project was derailed.” Concentrates harder. This is going to probably kill him-well there’s a relief there- but more to the point, he’s beyond caring and tries harder.
Come on Come on Comeoncomeon!
The floor rumbles and the room shakes, interrupting electrical circuits. Hopefully it’ll release him..maybe?