Chapter Twenty-Eight
Every new sentence Barbu spat out pissed Erik off that much more. There was a flavor of pride in every word about the Core. He’d claimed he was trying to help stop the conspiracy, but he hadn’t apologized for starting it. It was like a parent being proud that their child had become a serial killer.
“Yes, unforgivable,” Barbu rasped. “You could say that, but then everything the Core did and has done is arguably that, depending on your point of view.” He chuckled weakly. “The means justify the end. It sounds so agreeable and almost obvious when you say it like that. But we understood the only chance humanity had was to avoid a technological singularity or the rise of new strains of humanity that were alien in body and psychology. We knew it would be almost impossible,
