[A hooded one:] "Primus, we have passed to phase V. The mind of the subjects is projected somewhere near the field of Ante Cun." [Cendor:] "Well done. Everything is going according to plan"!
Cendor felt so pleased with himself. It was pity that his procreator wasn't alive to witness his triumph. He strived so hard to become what he was, Primus. It wasn't easy. As Fulgor, he had no chance to gain the trust of the others and become what he was now, a publicity approved figure. His family name was echoing tragedy, so he had to change it. His inheritance was a heavy burden in many ways...
Aline Fulgor was there, trapped in her lab with her biological creations. And she died. But first, she had to watch her destiny for hundreds times, unfolding in front of her in the optic sensors of her trapped colleagues. And she waited for her turn to fall down the floor, trembling from the sudden loss of body heat. Until her parts stopped all violent movements and her body remained still, captivated in its final pose.