A Generator In Dispatch

4 - Restructure

Y/N: It's strange, alright. I'll go chat with him.

You walk out of SDN, going right into the parking lot to Phenomaman. 

Y/N: Phenomaman? You doing okay?

Phenomaman: I have been better, Y/N Salazar. I still pained that the Blonde Blazer and I have ended our relationship long before your arrival. 

Y/N: Oh. I'm sorry to hear. I know it's painful but I know you'll move on. 

Phenomaman: It was very abrupt. One moment were savoring uni straight from the urchin. The next moment, I'm contemplating flying into the sun, absorbing all of it's energy and casting this planet into permenant darkness so that I never have to see her or anyone else ever again. Maybe then I would be free from the torment in my soul. 

Y/N: Don't do that. Please. I don't think killing everyone else down to the plants and bugs is worth it for one setback. If it helps, I had some of those days. Only minus getting everyone killed. I had friends in a team I was in so we could either kill or capture EVOs. Saw some of them die on the job horribly. During those days, I just pressed forward like everyone else. They would have wanted me to. I didn't want for anyone else to be dragged through what I saw. It's why I'm here. Despite the...

You raise your hand to create a chainsaw.

Y/N: Oddities most think I have.

Your arm returns to normal. 

Y/N: So yeah. I felt loss too. It was crippling at points. But I had to shrug it off.

Phenomaman: Thank you for sharing that. You are sad enough to understand. 

Y/N: Eh, spend 15 years in America's jail system you'll be a changed man. 

Phenomaman opens his eyes and sit up sending glass your way. You easily dodge the shards.

Phenomaman: Do you really think there is someone else? Perhaps another lover could have been the cause of this? Maybe she met a person. An actual person. I am not a human. Just an imitation of one. 

Y/N: Honestly, I'm not sure if there is, but if there was, the pain wouldn't just go away like that at the snap of a finger. 

Phenomaman: I prefer when problems have solutions. 

Y/N: Sometimes some problems... have no easy solutions. The way she feels isn't something for you to fix. Blonde's her own woman. She makes her own choices because that's what people do. Or in this case, humans. It's best to let her live her life. 

Phenomaman stands up.

Phenomaman: Perhaps the fact that I am not a person is adding to my confusion. 

Y/N: While we're at it, no edible arrangements. They're not making the break room smell any better. 

Phenomaman: It seems I have much more to learn about people. Thank you. You've given me a great deal to worry about. 

Y/N: It's no issue, but honestly-

Phenomaman places a hand on your shoulder.

Phenomaman: It seems the velocity of which I sat up has shot far smaller glass shards into your chest.

You only exhale, the nanites pushing out every piece of glass as you regenerate.

Y/N: I've been through worse. 

Phenomaman tries to fly, but sadly walks away. 

Bathrooms. 

You're in at the the sink, looking at your thumbnail that is nearly peeled off your thumb.