Utopia BornChemist held the catheter as only he could, slim fingers wrapped around it, thumb resting on the plunger of the needle. He administered it cautiously, even though he had done it a hundred thousand times. He did so twice more, careful to clear the needle with saline each time. The woman was falling now, her limp body hitting the ground with a soft thud. "That's a perfectly adequate job you're doing," Supervisor told him, nodding approvingly. He nodded in return, turned to the next person and terminated him just as carefully. It was a peaceful end to their lives, and Chemist did not dread it. He would not embrace it, but he was content with
oh!
you're from gaia?