Prius Logan was dying.

He could feel it with every breath he took. 

He could feel it with every beat of his fading heart. 

He could feel it in the form of a knife, stabbing into his abdomen.

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"Well, at least I lived a long life..." He murmured painfully, each word causing a dull pain in his chest to emerge.

'Oh, who am I kidding?' He chided himself. 

Prius was a 12 year old working a job as an adjunct professor for engineers.

Apparently, he was a genius.

'A genius?' He scoffed internally. 'A genius would be able to keep himself alive and well. I'm not a genius.'

'I'll never get to build my kingdom...'

This was the last thought that he acclaimed genius, Prius Logan, died alone by an assassination in a alley.