Avalon

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Demons Of Your Mind

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You've lost your sense from the emptiness

You do as the headlines compel you

Become whole again and let the war begin

Destroy the veneer that surrounds you

There's no defense for your recklessness

You stare as the proof lies before you

Why can't you see, are you afraid to be

Exposed to the demons around you?

The moment was getting closer by each swooshing breath he took. For some reason the meds had decided they will not work the usual wonders this night and Nate was getting more desperate by each passing second. Not even minute anymore. His lungs were weak because the treatment time was basically long overdue. A week precisely. While week he spent lurking in the corners and shadows of the street and other places his insight was needed as well as the while planning. That was the truth. And while that time felt fine with him he knew that the percentage was bearing critical. But there was nothing he could do beside the usual meds and nebulizer. He had no funds for anything else. Yes, he'd tried jobs before, it wasn't like he was some kind of weasel slinking off his lazy ass. Completely opposite.

Nate liked working. He enjoyed being employed but somehow his past and illness made a ring for trouble and nobody really wanted to have an employee with terminal illness or criminal record or whatever it was in his mysterious file.

Sure he'd done quite a massive research into his digital data and roamed many federation systems to see what they had on him. Even whatever was classified. The thing was that nothing made sense nor was easy accessed. All was coded and scribbled in a way only authorized person would be able to read all the shitload of the mess that was his documented life.

Even that would probably be classified to another level.

Nate hated that with passion. Ever since he got to his data it was mostly stats that were accumulated by hospitals.

Well, the first scribble of data was from the fateful day that changed their lives forever.

He'd been in a coma for a very long time in which they did so many tests and there the genetics showed the flaws. He'd never noticed that he had decreased lung capacity therefore kept living his life until the incident happened and the medical tests revealed this major flaw. And when they reached really deep into their research it was all said to be genetic, just as pretty much everything that turned out to be wrong with Nate's health. Except the new injuries from the electro trauma and being thrown against some part of the next building's higher wall or something like that.

Eventually they came to conclusion that his diagnosis is pretty much terminal at that point and since he still was partly deemed illegal and unregistered as a proper citizen there was no way that he'll get any crumb of the usual government support.

Which technically meant he could survive some but it would be long process and fucking expensive. Or, he'll die anyway, because being part genetic experiment on one planet that has literally been destroyed and part criminal in the one that became a colony for refugees and survivors of that destroyed planet would never be a good enough reason for the almighty to spare a coin for.