The more time I spend around humans, the more human I become. So I'm doing this for selfish reasons, really. The Thinker's reagent will destroy the cells of my body soon. Aarkus says I've got three days left to live. I prefer to die a man, rather than a deterministic machine.
A FUNERAL IN BERLIN, PART 1 OF 3 The Torch may not truly be alive, but now he's dying, condemned by the same chemical agent that defeated the Thinker's artificial virus. His only chance? To follow a seventy-year-old trail into the depths of the Bolivian jungle, and face a monstrous parody of himself in a battle to the death!!