The Chess Player

All he can see is a charade, its foundation crumbling at any second.

In that case, we can finally move on to the next stage of the specialized frame project.

Even... if we live to see the day we win... there won't be a future for us, will there?

I've made my choice.

I'll use "Smith" to become "Chrome".

I was ready long before I stepped through the door.

It has never been a kite that needs an anchor in his hands, but an eagle with its wings spread, ready to fly.