I've been wandering around the cities of the coast for a long time. I moved with caravans, got a job as a dover of selectosaurs (rough pack animals) and was rather given to my thoughts more than to the environment. I worked just to do something. The body didn't ask for food and was recovering the same way as when I had an imprint. The worm supported its host, and did not let me die.
On the border with Iria, I became addicted to the u-code, a drug distributed in the troops. The morale of the latter was low, due to the unsuccessful invasion, and all kinds of oblivion flourished on the border. Prostitution, no memory water, u-code. At night I could get so fucked up that I couldn't remember myself, and in the morning the worm restored me to my former state, stirring in its nest. All day I sat on the shore of the bay, watching the rotation of troops on its desert side, where the border lay. I was just waiting for my supplier to wake up, so I could order him to find me more drugs by the power of the worm.
Rob found me at night in one of the eateries in Conception Lane. I felt him approaching and was uneasy for a few minutes. But I didn't have the strength to escape at all, and just collapsed on the table, salivating.
"I see you've found something to your liking, brother."
I just mumbled something angry in response and released even more saliva on the table.
"Are you planning to have fun like this for a broader time period, or is the limit already close?" my former employee smiled and sat down at the table.
Having ordered a goat-badu and no memory water, he began to sort out in his hand a rosary with images of faces distorted with horror. When he touched them, faces took on a contented look, but as soon as he let go, they froze in suffering again. Or so it seemed to me under the influence of the u-code.
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Immortals
Science FictionIn a distant future humanity achieved such a level of technological advancement it was able to breach the borders of three-dimensional reality and move to the multiverses of multidimensions. But some of us were too afraid to move on. So, they stayed...