Rock bottom is just a pitstop.
Things are not going well. I've been drinking a lot. But I don't think anyone would blame me. I'm alone. Abandoned. Sargo abandoned me.
No. I drove Sargo away.
At least I have therapy. That's good—at least, that's what everyone tells me. Rav, my therapist, tells me my drinking problem has hidden roots. She says my brain is "wired differently" and we need to figure out how to make my wiring work. She calls it "unlocking my superpower", which feels condescending, but I guess I'll go with it. What happens once I unlock that superpower? I don't know. We haven't gotten that far yet.
Then there's the whole matter of the teleporter in my head, and the questionable morals of the biotech corporation that put it there. I can't even think about that whole situation. I never wanted to save the world; I can barely save myself. But it seems like I might be the only one who can.
What is that saying—not the hero you wanted but the hero you deserve? Maybe I am the hero this shitty world deserves.
Contains mature themes.
