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The third day after I got here I walked into a clinic on the edge of the underground and got a job from a guy with a skin condition - don't know the clinical name, we'll call it green scales - who told me he heals with the laying on of hands. Since then, I've found out he only lays on his hands in exchange for a fragment of your soul, which suited him, but not the financial side of the business.
The fifth day I extracted six rotten, serrated teeth from a patient whose mouth had four rows of them. There's no anaesthetist on the books but I wasn't putting my hand in there without knocking him out. Between the rows, I found fragments of bone and meat. And clothing.
The first day, I went through Allison's purse while she was in the bathroom. Couldn't tell you why.
The second, I took clean clothes and food for a week from the welcome centre and found a squat. My phone - this device - rang eleven times. I stuck it in a drawer and tried to wait out the battery life.
The twelfth day I got it out again, noticed the lack of recharge point, and read the network for the first time. I didn't talk to anyone. I found some things with my name on and tried to delete them from the network. I put it back in the drawer.
The twentieth day, I saw Wilson in a coffee shop. I pulled my hood up and tried to work out how many years until Amber, from a distance.
The first day, I was trying not to tell Allison I love her.
The second, I figured out I'm an arsehole if I ever do.
The twenty-seventh day, I gave blood for money. Got told gin spoils the taste. The eighth day I found this bar in the underground 'No trainers, no munitions'.
The thirty-eighth day I asked the guy I worked for if he knew how to stop memories of this place from coming back. He didn't, but I've got a contact name.
Yesterday I lost my job and got punched in the face by the - don't know the technical term, we'll call him a violent prick - whose girlfriend I'd just patched up for the third time since I got here. Wasn't fired, but he made a bloody mess of the clinic after he woke up from the chloral hydrate.
Been here forty days and forty nights before being tempted into saying anything on this. Still haven't paid any rent.
The fifth day I extracted six rotten, serrated teeth from a patient whose mouth had four rows of them. There's no anaesthetist on the books but I wasn't putting my hand in there without knocking him out. Between the rows, I found fragments of bone and meat. And clothing.
The first day, I went through Allison's purse while she was in the bathroom. Couldn't tell you why.
The second, I took clean clothes and food for a week from the welcome centre and found a squat. My phone - this device - rang eleven times. I stuck it in a drawer and tried to wait out the battery life.
The twelfth day I got it out again, noticed the lack of recharge point, and read the network for the first time. I didn't talk to anyone. I found some things with my name on and tried to delete them from the network. I put it back in the drawer.
The twentieth day, I saw Wilson in a coffee shop. I pulled my hood up and tried to work out how many years until Amber, from a distance.
The first day, I was trying not to tell Allison I love her.
The second, I figured out I'm an arsehole if I ever do.
The twenty-seventh day, I gave blood for money. Got told gin spoils the taste. The eighth day I found this bar in the underground 'No trainers, no munitions'.
The thirty-eighth day I asked the guy I worked for if he knew how to stop memories of this place from coming back. He didn't, but I've got a contact name.
Yesterday I lost my job and got punched in the face by the - don't know the technical term, we'll call him a violent prick - whose girlfriend I'd just patched up for the third time since I got here. Wasn't fired, but he made a bloody mess of the clinic after he woke up from the chloral hydrate.
Been here forty days and forty nights before being tempted into saying anything on this. Still haven't paid any rent.