Jake Frank was cackling as he ran out of his jail cell. He was being undone as a person and becoming a thing. He felt every jittering nanobot that made up his being, yet he had lost most of the sensations he had as a human. He pulled his pants forward with his thumb. There was nothing there except a dark pelvic bone. There was no pleasure to be had in his form. He had permanently lost his humanity and, with it, all the joy that comes with it. He had no skin to feel, no flesh to hunger; he only had his mind and a body that was nothing more than a vehicle of destruction.
And destruction he was going to do. There was no stopping him from talking, and there was no stopping him from attacking and killing if the justice system didn't prevail in bringing punishment to the unhinged profiteers.
