Ultra: American

Lasseter smiled. "Too late. The program is being decommissioned. That means you, Asset. We've sent a cleanup crew. They're very good. But you… you were our best. So I'm giving you a choice. Come in quietly, and we'll make the end painless. Or activate the final protocol—the 'White Rabbit' sequence—and we'll see what you remember."

He took her hand. He squeezed it. For the first time in his life, his hand didn't shake. American Ultra

Phoebe stood in front of him. "He's a person who likes cartoons and gets sad about roadkill. You don't get to take that away." Lasseter smiled

"I know," he said, grinning. "It's my signature." That means you, Asset

Mike’s eyes unfocused. When they refocused, they were colder. Sharper. A surgeon’s eyes. "It’s when I stop pretending to be afraid," he said. "And start remembering what they taught me."

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