| Current mood: | determined |
| Current music: | Barenaked Ladies - What a Good Boy |
July Day 8, Evening - Library - Mind and Matter (OPEN)
Nate sat in the library, a feeling of... dread? Yes, he clearly labeled it as dread as he felt his body start to slow, his eyelids heavy. How could people do this day in and day out? it had been months now since he was placed in the tank to refresh his genetic structure and make imporvements via nutrient rich solutions, months that had yet to teach him how ot cope with the onset of sleep. The process of sleep was confusing enough to him, it was the slow wind down that most distressing, it was like...
... like being back in the lab and feeling the weight of disappointment on very small shoulders. Nate didn't even know to have an emotional responce then, when cold pale hands grabbed his arms furiously and squeezed, testing the muscular structure with unforgiving examination. He bruised too easily, so needles were placed up and down his spine. He was too small at first so gene therapy continued, his mind was too steong for his fram so again, he went into the tank and each time with the same narrow eyed glare, two thin points of red that declared him unfit before his mind slipped away.
Like it was now. Frowning, he focused on the book and the book alone, willing his mind to stay up, pushing himself further.
To prove his worth.