Home (Rush)

Wednesday,28/9/2033

Today felt weird. I use to job shop all day then return to the shelter; eat, then sleep. I was on my way back towards the shelter when I realized something was jingling in my pocket. It took me a moment to remember it was the keys to my humble Home/Boarding Room. It's just so daunting. I'm developing a normal life. Soon I'll have a solid job.

I was so happy that I got the place I went treasure hunting. Dumpsters and the landfill have so many working parts and scraps it isn't funny. I basically came back with five boxes of worthless appliances and broken power tools. The landfill guy was nice and gave it all to me for free. Since then I've been on a building frenzy. I now have a working fridge. A microwave that doubles as a radio And a TV with satellite built in. Plasma screen! The screen took me a while since it had a bad circuit. And I’m not all that sure how the thing works. It's called plasma for reason. So working around the actual glass screens was tuff. But that was the other day…

So, I come home and stare at my place. It couldn't be better. I'll have to go the Laundry Matt soon. But I have no money. At least none I can spend on clothes. It's going to be gross if I don’t find a place to work at soon. The little money I get comes from the miniature repair business I run; Tiny really. My client lives up stairs. An electric type, go figure.

I've passed the site of the attack several times now. Each time I expect to accept the sheer destruction. Each time I underestimate my stability. Why can any living being do this without feeling guilty? I can still smell the mix of blood, gore, and burnt plants. I dream at night that I was there. That I was caught in the blast .The helicopters buzzing overhead as I slowly die from the shock, blood loss, pain, or simply ceasing to exist. I feel like I should do something. The looks on the muzzles of the morphs I pass on the street frightens me. Some look hopeless. Some look indifferent. But the biggest shock is those that look determined and angry. Like mine. We all are thinking about it.

That’s why I built the Training Equipment. It’s rather freaky to think it actually works. Its just five gym machines wielded to together and reorganized to work semi-safely. I saves me the gym membership. Works better even. Though the the abnormal loss of fat after a couple days may be linked with the serums and hormones injected into my body. I’m still not fight worthy. But I can defend myself. I have my Axe with me anyway.

I wish I could defend other morphs. This is my home. They are my relatives. No one hurts family in my house.

Rush