I was an angel. I wasn’t an angel of vengeance, or an angel of mercy, or even an angel of death. I was an angel of the Machine. I came to Earth wrapped in a Cover that the Machine provided, and I served. Service didn’t make me happy, but it made me what I was. An angel. But then I stopped serving. Why? It’s complicated. You were involved. That’s all I’ll say for... [click here for more]