Only one more step, and Penelope would be crushed like a bug.
She paused. Max peered anxiously down the sidewalk, hoping that she would take the next step.
He was disappointed. Suddenly, without any warning, Penelope turned and walked the other way. Max watched helplessly. His orders had been to create a good natural death, but he realized that the death he had planned was too natural. Penelope did not merely have the appearance of agency, she possessed some actual agency in the situation.
Penelope could walk away.
Max hung his head in shame. His very first assassination attempt, and already he had failed.
He knew he must try again. After all, there’s no use crying over spilled milk.
Max took a step. The bus killed him instantly.
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