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Unexpected 21-22 by Hare-Suicidal, literature
Literature
Unexpected 21-22
21 The sun is setting as he rides alone in an auto car as it winds its way to down the curvy road to town. Rapidly taping his fingers on the crest of his lap filling bump while he thinks about what is going on with Henry and his mother, Alana. None of it good. It had been a long trip back home. After having to stay four extra days at his moms. To be able to get down and catch the express train back to the capital. After a week on a cramped freighter, they arrived at the cube station and got through all the checks needed to get back to planet side. That was a whole day of boringness and annoyance. Expecting them to just be able to go home is ruined a few minutes after they got back to The Institute. It has really changed first off the landing area for shuttles from the cube station and in future their own if it ever gets finished. It now being made of a dozen or more rings around a central core versus the just a big round ball it was when they left. Are all off on their own some
19 Zella walked out of the room with a look of annoyance as he sat down in the recliner. He sighed at her as she left towards the kitchen, tossing the remote to him. Where his mom and Abby. His sister who lived at their old family house now. We're happily chatting and cooking away for an early lunch. Why did she always have such a distant relationship with him? Well, really, she seems to see herself above the entire family. Abby and her arrived late yesterday. Few days after he and Henry had arrived. He is very glad to see Abby after spending two days helping his mother around the house. Though strangely just her and not her entire family. It's been just painting a couple of rooms. But it was tiring work. She said that she wasn't sure if they would come. Kids were busy with school and her husband wasn't likely to get off work. Henry helped him finish the den, and he got to talk about his mother. And the phone call. But all that got from him was that it was his mom being annoying. And
7 It has been a little over two weeks and Clint is sitting in the basement in an annoyed huff. Watching and waiting for a square light on the wall to light up. When it does, it meant he had a connection to the Unet. At least that is what the three workers that showed up today explained. The institute sent them to set up a home office for Henry, this meant four screens plus a huge one. A black and gray monolith in the corner he presumed was some sort of server. And a computer tower that probably weighed as much as he did. Clint’s irritation was a symptom of him not sleeping well for the last few days. And the noise from the workers had not helped at all. Then having him sit here doing nothing but being stabbed by the armband, for when the light comes on. He has to enter a code, or he has to wait till the next cycle. Which wouldn’t be for another week. He groaned out loud. But thinking about the need to stay calm, he bit his tongue at wanting to yell. After a few deep breaths, he
5 Four days pass of Clint rarely seeing Henry. Henry spending most of his time at the Fallen Sun’s headquarters. It also is the colony’s government center and the only real place for education. They commonly refer to it as just The Institute, even though it does so much more than just education. Today was looking to be the same when he woke up alone again. Pouting, he gets up and gets ready for the day. A light breakfast and out to continue working on the backyard. The storm mangled a lot of the flowers, made a mess in the little ponds. Today he planned to get everything around the tree cleaned up. Few branches and a lot of pruning of some tall flowers. His focus on the area under the tree. Is to turn it into a workout area because of the giant slab of rock under it. Few hours passed around noon while sweeping off the slab to prepare for moving a mat to it. Henry calls for him from the doors. He looks at him questioning but all he does is a wave for him and goes back inside. With
11 Clint is sitting his hands resting and nervously tapping one of his fingers on the ever-growing rise of his bump. He and Henry are sitting in Ali’s office. Henry is trying to hold a hushed but heated phone conversation. With most likely his new assistant. He hadn’t been happy to get one. He is very much a do everything himself kind of person with his work. The new head, though they still haven’t arrived yet. Made a rule for all heads to have an assistant last week. Some even got groups. It wasn’t much of a worry for Clint, it just a more general worry honestly. He is more worried that the chair Henry is in is going to collapse. Given how much it groans and creaks when he moves, suddenly Henry will eventually get it sorted. His mind is more on the exams they did on him. And how hot and uncomfortable her office is. Uncomfortable is mostly from the chair he is in. Due to it being too big and oddly shaped for him. He has to sit straight-legged in it and slightly leaned back. Because
13 Awoken from his little after bath nap. By a very shrill alarm of the house assistant announcing a message has been received from Ali. After stretching and grumbling about why, it had to be such a harsh alarm. He hauls himself out of the bed and goes to the small screen by the bedroom door. The message is brief and to the point. “We have received the images back. I am currently dealing with meetings. I will call you or you can call me at three thirty or four o’clock.” Signed with Ali’s signature. The clock on the screen says it’s two thirty. After sending her a message back and some nervous pacing and a little worrying. His stomach lets out a loud growl. He sighs and rubs it through his bathrobe and leaves to find something to eat. Finding a leftover salad. That he freshens up by adding enough strips of lightly fried fish that it likely cancels out its healthiness. Sitting on the couch, he finds an old movie to watch while he eats. After eating enough to satisfy himself but not