If the Saint had not planted the memory of the "Great Harvest"... if there were not thirty thousand civilians about to be dissolved inside capsules... then where did the story come from?
"Where did it come from? Hehe... hehehehe!" The parasite laughed with pure sadistic delight, a laugh that made her head tremble in pain.
"You know where it came from. You saw him. The broken dog. The boy who lost all four of his limbs. All of you looked at Lieutenant Gray's corpse, but only 'he' read it. 'He' was the one who invaded the dead man's mind, and 'he' was the one who stood before you, with a pale face and eyes full of crocodile tears, screaming that he had seen the end of Elysium! He saw the Harvest! He saw that only 48 hours remained to save the world!"
Valisera bit her lower lip until she tasted hot blood running down her chin.
He lied. Kyle Valtier lied to all of them. There was no Harvest plan.
The hospital was not preparing to destroy the city yet. Everything was a play.
