Hunter woke up with a horrible headache. His partly bionic brain was the last one of it's kind, which was the first step to people became partly or totally androids if it was their dreams. Although first prototypes sometimes didn't worked perfectly along the flesh and bones of the totally old fashioned natural human bodies. It was the life of Hunter. Struggling between two worlds. Well, if he'd have been in a better position at the AG he could have afford a new, more comfortable brain, but he was only a small and sadly unimportant part of the enormous machinery.
He lived alone in a small capsule in one of the AG's beehive. He didn't starve nor was really poor, although his life always had a slightly miserable taste. He never was the smartest, never had enough money for big things, never did anything interesting, just lived from day to day. Well sometimes, when he had enough brain modifying drug, what all the employees of the AG got as part of their salary, well then he always decided he'll do something. He didn't know what, but something important. But the next day, when he woke up with a terrible headache it always seemed a ridiculous fairytale, in which Hunter never believed, not even when he was a child.
He tried to get out of his narrow, but anatomically comfortable bed. He felt nauseous, and bit of dizzy. He closed his eyes and counted for ten. He felt slightly better, good enough to take one step, and one again, and again. He reached a red button, and pushed it. Water poured from the ceiling, warm and purifying with antibacterial molecules and with a hint of synthetic caffeine. He suddenly felt sober. The water stopped, it was programmed, that only the necessary amount of it should be used at every showering. Strong warm breeze dried his body and he felt himself strong enough to put on his uniform. Two steps again, he went to the fridge, and looked inside, it was full of synthetic food, he choose a protein bar with an artificial carbohydrate cube, and a glass of vitamin juice. He thought of his day. It was Thursday, he kind of liked Thursdays, it was his cooking club day, with real old fashioned food. His favourite was Greek and Creole cuisine, he didn't know exactly of the origin of these cultures, now when there were just one United Nation and some Outlaw Countries, but he liked the old fashioned foods' taste. It was kind of ancient, somewhat strange but gave a special warm feeling which his normal daily food lacked. He wondered about what kind of food will they make in the club. He hoped for some beetroot, he liked the earthy smell and the colour when it was ready, it was weird first, but he slowly get used to it, and later he started to love it.
Suddenly he had a feeling in a part of his brain, well it wasn't really a feeling, cause there weren't any real nerves there, but still it reminded him to a feeling. His mom "called". Well it wasn't really a call, but well languages doesn't evolved as quick as the technical innovations.
He was a little pissed off. He told his mother don't call him before work. He sighed. He thought about not answering the call, but he knew that it'd be worse later. So he answered.
- Hunter, honey - Hunter shuddered, he hated the word honey - please come home, things became really bad at the fields, I'm not sure if lavender's will bloom again and the neighbours are worried too, they started to dry out, all the flowers are on the ground, like a big purple sea, and they rot so quick, I've never seen something like this before.
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