In Progress

Driving in a wheelchair on gravel has never been easy. Driving in a wheelchair on gravel while it was one of my last days seemed actually impossible. It was only for the smile and laughter at the end of the day why I could get up this morning and not cry into my nurses ears that I can’t make it today or actually ever again. We have been working together for more than 10 years now. That’s at least 2–3 years beyond expectations. I guess that is why its ending so rapidly. Working more than expected would take some of my free time from me. But I couldn’t help but just get more time out of it by working more. If you are born as a biological advanced breed you either get the long living, happy side or the short living, superintellectual, but most of the time very depressed side out of it. Some tried to cheer me up with phrases like “you get envied a lot for your talents” or “I wish I had your abilities” or “its so cool what you ar capable of…”. Foremost, my super intellect only helps when I get in contact with someone like Bruce. Without him, I would be just some nerdy, better knowing it, but capable of nothing jerk, who sits on the fading resources and therefor chances of humanity to win this war. Without my nurses I wouldn’t be even able to shit right. Some days I can’t even handle the weight of a spoon with creamy ramson on it. But I can force my consciousness at Bruce to enable his physical energies and make people gasp for air. I just remember my first time together, getting a job done at a mining facility. Just blowing up the way, so the miners could get to the minerals and ores. I was so nervous that I would do something out of protocol, shoot into the false direction or get the exact physical and chemical proportions wrong which could have either ended into a failure or a complete disaster. Bruce just stood there. Ready to lose all control, as he was probably told to do as a child. As he was probably told every day to do so and he always just went on with it. Bruce could fight. It wasn’t a very common thing, but there were records of people like Bruce fighting the alienation of consciousness. But Bruce was just OK with it. Every time. Bruce had never any need of sedation nor antidepresses afterwards. Unlike me who consumed enough drugs to make the medics wonder how the ghostly image of a skeleton my body was could handle the toxicity. On that first day Bruce just calmed my racing mind with just being next to me. We did not only blow the mines rocks out of the way with a gigantic psychic energy force into the workers faces. Our bond crafted by this first encounter of second mind and body could shake all the worlds’ physical pillars. No matter if stone, metal or diamond.