Max went in to report to George on the recent events. Walking into his office, Max noticed that things didn't quite smell right in there. Normally fetid and rank smelling due to various gaseous emissions, the room actually smelled almost ... pleasant for a change.
"George, did you put in a new air freshener..." Max's voice trailed off. Graves was still sitting in his chair - but the reason for the smell was quickly apparent. The top of his head was missing, and assorted medical apparatus was still scattered about the room. The pleasant odor appeared to come from a bucket of medical chemicals.
Spinning around, Max almost bumped into Jeff Phelps. "What's going on here?" Max demanded.
"Sit down and brace yourself, Max. George had a massive tissue rejection from the last repair job that was done to him. Right now they've managed to remove his brain and are keeping it alive while they work out growing him a new body. But for now, he's out of it."
"Oh, hell..."
Phelps quietly said, "What are your orders, Exalted Guildmaster?"...
* * * * *
Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled,
made nothing?
Are you willing to be made nothing?
dipped into oblivion?
If not, you will never really change.
The phoenix renews her youth
only when she is burnt, burnt alive, burnt down
to hot and flocculent ash.
Then the small stirring of a new small bub in the nest
with strands of down like floating ash
shows that she is renewing her youth like the eagle,
immortal bird.