Aryna
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Buzz!
Buzz!
It’s 8AM.
Jen reached over and turned her alarm off. She glanced at the time and stretched her arms before rubbing the gunk from the corner of her eyes. Geez, it’s already 8 in the morning? Another sleepless night for her again. She came home from her bartender job at The Venue, the hottest club in town and jumped right onto her computer. That was at 2AM. It was another night of scouring the encrypted internet for any and all information that she could get on the governmental list monitoring all known Em’s. She wasn’t a hacker by any means and it had taken her a bit of bribing some people to do the dirty work for her. Good thing she was a bartender with access to the best booze. For these few people she covered their expensive tab with her tips. She downloaded the lists on a flash drive and encrypted it. That pretty skill cost her a hundred dollars in her tips, but it was well worth it. Jen didn’t know why she had a need to know who the government had their eyes on, but it felt important and that was all she needed.
As far as she was concerned she hadn’t met anyone else who was an Em, not one like her. Not one like what the old reports talked about. She was supposed to feel this irresistible draw toward another just like her, but that had never happened. Some of the widely available research papers described Em’s as “being physically able to seek each other out,” something about “they need to be with their kind to function correctly, to feel as normal human beings feel when in love, complete.”
The truth was she did feel incomplete. Not the incomplete that so many feel when they are tired of being alone. The kind of incomplete like a part of her was missing, maybe even dead. Some weird emptiness that never left her for one moment. Not even when she was surrounded by a crowd. She wasn’t depressed, no. She preferred to be by herself, to be single. She had enough in her life. She had a nice quaint apartment, a good job that paid well and came with booze. She was a cheerful person, mostly.
She was still incomplete.
And like clockwork, when she focused on her incompleteness her shoulder blade would ache and burn. What a bum shoulder. She couldn’t remember how she gotten the shoulder injury or the scar. It was just there for as long as she could remember.
8:30AM.
Okay, okay. Time for breakfast. She sauntered into her kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets for cereal and a bowl. The first two items were easy enough to find but as soon as she opened the fridge, she had no milk. Sighing deeply, she sauntered back into her room.
Ten minutes later, she was ready to leave her humble inadequately stocked apartment. She wore a white button up boyfriend blouse which hugged her curves slightly, a pair of jeans, a black jacket left unbuttoned in the front and pair of brown Dexter flats, the kind with a bow and a heart charm on it. She groaned as she left her usual corner store empty handed. Of all the days to be out of 2% milk? She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as she waited for the crosswalk to show the walking man. The power to manipulate electricity would be awesome she thought, I could be walking right now. As the opportunity arrived she crossed the street and headed down towards the grocery store two blocks out of her normal hood.
About halfway there a couple of boys walk past her. One of them accidentally bumps into her.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Uh, no I’m sorry.” He says, “I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”
In her mind she heard him comment, She’s cute but clumsy.
She shook her head and stepped aside continuing on her journey. She could have said something back to him, but it would probably freak him out. She hadn’t meant to hear his inner thoughts. That sort of thing just happens a lot when she touched people. So she had one rule: don’t touch anyone.
She was realizing now how tired she was getting. How many nights had she not sleep? Three now. She was glad the grocery store was not too far off.
Buzz!
Buzz!
It’s 8AM.
Jen reached over and turned her alarm off. She glanced at the time and stretched her arms before rubbing the gunk from the corner of her eyes. Geez, it’s already 8 in the morning? Another sleepless night for her again. She came home from her bartender job at The Venue, the hottest club in town and jumped right onto her computer. That was at 2AM. It was another night of scouring the encrypted internet for any and all information that she could get on the governmental list monitoring all known Em’s. She wasn’t a hacker by any means and it had taken her a bit of bribing some people to do the dirty work for her. Good thing she was a bartender with access to the best booze. For these few people she covered their expensive tab with her tips. She downloaded the lists on a flash drive and encrypted it. That pretty skill cost her a hundred dollars in her tips, but it was well worth it. Jen didn’t know why she had a need to know who the government had their eyes on, but it felt important and that was all she needed.
As far as she was concerned she hadn’t met anyone else who was an Em, not one like her. Not one like what the old reports talked about. She was supposed to feel this irresistible draw toward another just like her, but that had never happened. Some of the widely available research papers described Em’s as “being physically able to seek each other out,” something about “they need to be with their kind to function correctly, to feel as normal human beings feel when in love, complete.”
The truth was she did feel incomplete. Not the incomplete that so many feel when they are tired of being alone. The kind of incomplete like a part of her was missing, maybe even dead. Some weird emptiness that never left her for one moment. Not even when she was surrounded by a crowd. She wasn’t depressed, no. She preferred to be by herself, to be single. She had enough in her life. She had a nice quaint apartment, a good job that paid well and came with booze. She was a cheerful person, mostly.
She was still incomplete.
And like clockwork, when she focused on her incompleteness her shoulder blade would ache and burn. What a bum shoulder. She couldn’t remember how she gotten the shoulder injury or the scar. It was just there for as long as she could remember.
8:30AM.
Okay, okay. Time for breakfast. She sauntered into her kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets for cereal and a bowl. The first two items were easy enough to find but as soon as she opened the fridge, she had no milk. Sighing deeply, she sauntered back into her room.
Ten minutes later, she was ready to leave her humble inadequately stocked apartment. She wore a white button up boyfriend blouse which hugged her curves slightly, a pair of jeans, a black jacket left unbuttoned in the front and pair of brown Dexter flats, the kind with a bow and a heart charm on it. She groaned as she left her usual corner store empty handed. Of all the days to be out of 2% milk? She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as she waited for the crosswalk to show the walking man. The power to manipulate electricity would be awesome she thought, I could be walking right now. As the opportunity arrived she crossed the street and headed down towards the grocery store two blocks out of her normal hood.
About halfway there a couple of boys walk past her. One of them accidentally bumps into her.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Uh, no I’m sorry.” He says, “I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”
In her mind she heard him comment, She’s cute but clumsy.
She shook her head and stepped aside continuing on her journey. She could have said something back to him, but it would probably freak him out. She hadn’t meant to hear his inner thoughts. That sort of thing just happens a lot when she touched people. So she had one rule: don’t touch anyone.
She was realizing now how tired she was getting. How many nights had she not sleep? Three now. She was glad the grocery store was not too far off.
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