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Poirot touched his mustache. “No. Evil is a choice. Even for a zerg.”

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Kerrigan smiled. “In the Koprulu sector, we call that a build order. In your novels, M. Poirot, you call it maldad bajo el sol . Evil under the sun. But evil is just a bug in the system.”

The island’s other guest, a quiet man named Kerrigan (no relation to the Kerrigan, he claimed, but his fingers twitched as if commanding invisible hydralisks), spent hours alone with a vintage chess set. Not playing. Just moving pieces one square per hour. On the final morning, the queen—black, always black—stood at the edge of the board. Over the cliff.

Lacrimosa dies illa — that weeping day when from the ashes rises guilty man. But here, on this hot rock, guilt was not human either. It was a protocol.