A year and a half ago she was in a medical study to get an experimental phytoremedial implant-a plant-based integrated structure that could process toxins in the body that the existing systems couldn’t. She can feel the grime scraping along her lungs, stuck there, multiplying into a colony or some other bullshit she has no way of treating. Kay takes in a cautious breath until she coughs on the buildup of shit in her lungs and her head aches under another constricted bloodrush of throbbing. The five year contract they signed when they took over operations of what used to be the city was not renewed.
#Erei weather feel like code
After she registers the midday’s bleak overcast light, the next thing that takes her attention is the procession of notification shouters lined up for review on her medical bracelet: low balance alert air quality warning flood warning nutrition imbalance heat warning…Ĭity services closed down for good like seven, eight days ago when Kay’s zip code was officially dissolved and subsequently released from Ellison’s provisional oversight. Her eyes itch and when she rubs them they burn, and she can’t focus them on shit. Her ligaments are swollen and extremities clumsy with numbness. She steadies herself with both hands while her head, behind her eyes, between her shoulders, the base of her skull-all throb with the rush of blood pushing through painfully constricted passageways. The mundane force of gravity on the back of her neck feels strong today. She has been struggling to get out of bed for hours. Kay sits up on the edge of her bed and groans because she wants to lie back down again. When you wake up in the afternoon cause you couldn’t get up any earlierĬause your whole body stiff and saturated with toxin exposure and mucous and rash and film and grimeĪnd you’re pushing it on the last of your medsĪnd you know there’s gotta be another wayīut you’re too overwhelmed that your body feels the way it does…
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