The Mighty Existance of Tiny Particles

Particles erupted around her. She was leaking charisma and quickly. The sickness gripped onto her and was stubborn not to let go. The reoccurring daymare of mindfuzz.

The sickness had slowed down her brainwaves to a distant hum. Had she not have been overcome with a feeling of dullirritation and sadness she could have sat there staring into the oblivion of the room for the rest of the day. She peered over at the obsolete security monitor. Nothing moved asides from the pixellized digits of the clock. It counted down the seconds of her life - over half an hour slow.

[What would you do with an extra half an hour. Waste life - love time]

Men rushed around the room, their tools clasped tightly in their hands. An assortment of analogue dials masking digital signals were strewn around the room. Holes had been cut in the floor to reveal a mass of cables and wires. The men busied themselves with wire cutters. Taking more time to observe and walk around the room muttering code to no one but themselves than actually doing any work. The busied themselves installing an elaborate cable and wire system for their new wireless network.

Tiager sat there trying her best to be unnoticed.

The trial rib "bones" inserted into her ached. They were slowly being consumed by the rest of her human self. Her muscles commenced a slow system reboot, turning rock hard around the anomaly of wires and digital cartilage that had been her new bones. The simple pleasures of the human body - its everlasting quest to support any of its articulating particles, no matter how big or small, should it fail.

She longed for the hot rays of the sun. For a blue sky. Enjoying the warmth of a beautiful day was not at all encouraged. Vestalitim kept its people - especially the children and those susceptible to daylight withdrawal symptoms - cooped up inside during the day. Giving them minimal exposure to the outside enjoyment. Day light curfew was heavily enforced but never policed. At times she found herself slipping outside if only for a few minutes to escape the constant clatter of the indoor analogue sprawl.