Plastic Souls Tiberius awoke to the sound of shouting. He strained his ears against the howling wind. “We… There… Get him out… The soul… Cut the base…” None of the words made sense on their own. Much to his chagrin, Tiberius’s eyes refused to open. He was confined to understanding the world via sound alone. Beyond the wind and the voices, he heard footsteps. Hasty footsteps crunching through… through what, he couldn’t tell. But he knew ...