“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
― Albert Camus
There's no need to get into the mechanics of his life.
In a sum of three words: he was alive.
Isn't that how all our stories start, anyway?
Setting: Nether Field-04, Earth C.W. (after the Celestial War)
Year: 7019, fifty years after the Celeistial War
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This is a work in progress - a spur of the moment writing sort of thing. There isn't an official title, or even a set plot as of right now. It's essentially just myself writing as I go - letting all my thoughts come out. Please keep that in mind should you be confused, disappointed, etc. It's all rough, almost as if we're both reading this book (or short story) for the first time together.
