"Even a brick can do a gun's work" said a man once.
Arnold mused how like a god a human could be in his thinking,
how able to surprise, just like a god, or a monster.
And here was wisdom. The weapon comprised no moving parts.
It was only metal and long and edged. Fashioned from garbage,
it was indistinguishable from garbage, and not likely to be detected until too late to stop. And though he was not human, Arnold was to appearances human enough: Likely he could reach his target.
Suddenly, quiet inside his waiting place, at the edge of his awareness, Arnold heard the buzz of a passing security drone. Tipping his head after it, he wondered how it might sound, the music it would be broadcasting, the disarm and sleep tool that stopped the others before him.
Then — as suddenly — Arnold heard the clatter of falling tiles
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