[Yea, I don't care what they think, or what I think at this point seems irrelevant. I'm suppose to do this stupid check up every time I feel a problem with my implant. What a crock of shit.] Dielan taps away at his G.L.A.S. (Geo-sync Location Assistance System)communicator, a small ping from the GLAS indicating a completed level in the game he was playing and an icon floats about the GLAS indicating a recording happening for logs.
"This is Dielan Rogers. This is pointless." He fumbles around with his GLAS, trying to think of something to say. It was night time in Insilico, the artificial ceiling glooming over the entire area, metal grinding in the distance and the heated roads letting off steam from the artificial rain from above.
"Looks like Raz has some sort of issue with not learning things after a period of time. I told her not to log anything and its becoming an issue. Frankly speaking, she has access to my perceptions, but she isn't able to hear my thoughts." He taps away at his knee as he sits in front of Aichi HQ, the barriers on each side of the entrance way made for great sitting area for thought.
"I've encountered two times where she was able to override my functions from within my head. The first within the first few hours of being out of my suspended animation within cryo, the second more recently and more violently, we were dealing with an issue and the animosity I had over the situation came out and she took everything over for a moment." As he finishes up his sentence, his perception of the area around him became crystal clear. He can hear every single drop from the rooftops above crashing down to the ground, the steam slowly hissing away from the street side, the vile stench of the underground generators and their decaying heat. He starts to scratch the cement barrier he sat on, nails slowly ripping away from his fingers.
"It didn't hurt. It was more like a release, like an orgasm. A release from the mind and the body, to where I could let whatever happen and it wouldn't have mattered. But an instant later, I'm back where I was, aware of what was just said but unable to alter it in any way." [Is this what Raz always feels like?] His fingers dig too much into the barrier as they start to draw blood, but he continues to scratch away, un-phased by the damage he inflicted onto himself. He taps a button on screen to turn off the recording, and then sighs.
[This is stupid. I need a cig....] He reaches into his jacket inside pocket to pull out a soft pack of menthol cigs, and ends up full motion tossing the cig in air, slipping the pack back into his jacket and following up to grab the cig and swiftly light it with his arc lighter. A sweet bliss of relief fills his mind and heart when the first drag hits his lungs, the slight pressure in his left temple slowly fading away. Looking around, inspecting the area, Dielan props himself up from the barrier he had sat on and starts making his way through the rain to Central, hoping to grab a bite to eat.
[This place is shitty... Take me back when there were lights and amusement around every corner... Fucking pigs left and right here... Smelly individuals that don't leave me alone...]
Dielan makes his way into central, annoyed by the passerby pedestrians who go about their lives as though they were tourists through their own minds. His face grimaced, his mind twisted, his ambitions......