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âHow long this time?â Paul asked as Cal-com helped him sit up as his entire body was even more sore this time after waking up.
â6 hours. Your lapses are getting shorter. Whatever is happening, you might be adapting to it. Can you walk?â
âI can try, but I donât think Iâll get very far.â
âThen I must leave you to get supplies,â Cal-com said gravely.
Paul nodded, then worked his jaw around as it objected to the movement.
âWhat do you feel like this time?â the Voku asked his smaller friend as he sat on the floor of their partially sand-covered tent as the wind whipped at the flexible material protecting them from the outside environment.
âPainful, as if Iâve been in combat and getting my ass kicked. My body is getting worse, not better.â
âSomething is happening to you. Your genetic code is altering with each blackout. Do you have any new insightsâŠor dreams?â
âNot that I can remember. Iâm sleeping deeper than I have since I was very young. My body shouldnât require this much, even before my Saiyan upgrade.â
âAnd somehow you are falling further behind?â
âFunny, isnât it?â
âAt least your mood is improving.â
Paul looked down at his arms, which had gotten noticeably smaller with the muscle atrophyâŠand something else. âI should be freaking out about this, but it feelsâŠnecessary. I donât know why, but I need to see it through and I donât think itâs going to end soon. I need supplies, and I donât want moved. Anyone near me right now is a threat, no matter how puny,â he said, looking up into his friendâs blue visor that protected his three tiny eyes.
âI understand. Do you wish me to return by vehicle for increased speed?â
âNot if it means letting someone know where I am. I know weâre not hiding from sensors, but nobody around here has really good ones andâŠâ
âYou need as few variables as possible,â Cal-com said, cutting him off. âEat now, then I will leave.â
Paul picked up a couple of food cubes with his fingers, knowing somehow not to use his telekinesis or any of his other psionics. His jaw objected mightily the first few bites, then began to loosen up as he downed a few gulps of water out of one of their few remaining full bottles as he found he had little saliva to work with.
âI donât want to go back,â he said abruptly after downing his 14th food cube enroute to the 15th.
âYou donât have to. I am going to get enough to last us a few weeks out here.â
âI donât mean the settlement. I mean back to the way I was. Something in my head has cleared up, and Iâm scared to look backwards. Itâs like I was suppressed before and didnât even know it. I canât go back. I know that now. I wonât have any defense against it.â
âYou operated quite well before. What scares you about it?â
Paul shook his head, despite the soreness in his neck that it elicited. âI donât know. Iâm totally in the dark here, Cal-com. But Iâm open. I think I was blind before, with the illusion that I knew what was going on. I feel like a total newb now, and my body is agreeing with that sentiment. I have no control, but I canât go back. I have to go forward and I donât know how. Iâm fumbling around, but as long as I can hang onto this clearness of mind, Iâll work it out. But I canât go back. I canâtâŠâ
Cal-com could sense his fear even without having to use his telepathy. His body language was screaming it.
The Voku put a hand on his small shoulder and steadied it, not wanting to use any telepathy that might disrupt whatever was happening to him. âIf this is a natural upgrade and not destruction, I am confident you will find your way through it. My job is to keep exterior threats from taking advantage of your momentary weakness. I will be quick, but there will be a period of vulnerability. You need to wear your armor until then.â
Paul jerked, and Cal-com could tell he was emotionally raw beyond measure right now.
âThat makes logical sense, but my gut is saying no way in hell.â
âClaustrophobia?â
âYes.â
âUse the shields then.â
âNoâŠI need the air. I know that makes no sense, but I need to be free and exposed. I feel like Iâll suffocate inside armor or shields.â
âThen relieve yourself now so you do not have to leave the tent later, unless you wish to use your gauntlets to draw the waste material out of you directly?â
âCan you give me a wind block?â
âDone,â Cal-com said, standing up and opening the door as the blowing sand tried to get in, but the Vokuâs mass blocked most of it as he went outsideâŠthen the turbulent air disappeared over the entrance, but was still hammering the rest of the tent.
Paul crawled painfully to his feet, but found his footing to be more reliable than he expected as he stepped outside amidst a daytime storm that Cal-com was acting as a barrier against, using his own armor to produce a shield wall upwind of the entrance so it wouldnât knock Paul over as he slowly walked out with tiny, unsure steps to a few meters away where he undid his pants and began to pee into the sand, with the dryness eating up the moisture as soon as it landed.
His bladder was full again, and just releasing it felt beyond good, almost as if it was the first time heâd ever done itâŠwhich was ridiculousâŠbut everything seemed new now that his head was âunstuck,â and he didnât want to lose a moment of his newfound freedom, for his past was lurking like a giant monster about to
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