with my guardian (?) / father (?) / robot guardian (???) joel edgerton. utter bullshit. fuck off with this
his face obscured by the setting sun. someone's sleeve pulls up to reveal a tattoo of The Symbol. worried glances tracking a drone skimming the horizon. some kind of gesture to someone who's offscreen, this kind of thing.
every six hours when the Wrist Monitor beeps insistently. fumbling the vials of The Medication into the injector. the hiss of the injector, the pain like a slap. the feeling of nothing at all, the feeling that i'm being duped somehow, that everyone's putting a show on for me.