"What? Do you mean the formula in the patch? I'm sorry. I've been calling it formula, I even think I typed it up that way in the notes, just a bit of writers license there. I should say it's liquid cardamine diluted in water with a rough ratio of 1ml to 1l concentration. I just found formula a bit shorter to say whilst holding the same meaning.
As to why I fear what I fear . . . it's nothing new. I was an orphan dotted about different places until I was old enough to stand on my own. The places, faces and houses changed as I moved about but the story was the same. I was different, for whatever the reasons were, and that, invariably, lead to a beating. As my writing turned from a passion into a career and as I gained my freedom from being tied to a particular planet or station I learned two things. First that the stories I wanted to write were in and around these places as they were the stories that were trying to be kept from being told. Second, in these places, due to the accepted attitudes of their people, difference equaled suffering.
As a result I suppose my reasoning goes like this - I'm at a point I'm the most different I've ever been, therefore, I should expect the greatest suffering I've experienced so far. Now I know it's biased and personal opinion but it's what's going on in my head, it's not a story to compose and put to print. Regardless, is it so far from the truth? If a political, military or company man from these places had seen me as I am now would they really take the time to talk to me first or follow the knee-jerk reaction? Have they ever reacted so objectively to the others I've spoke to? You may have better sources than I but I can only tell the story based on the information I have and that I can verify.
I was speaking to someone in a state of change. She was hoping to 'ascend' fully from someone more like you or I to someone more like her own kin. While we were trading stories a pilot hailed me telling me to move away as he intended to engage her in combat and 'save' me in the process. Despite returning the hail explaining that I was in no danger and to remain on his original course he continued and fired upon her.
Even during the firefight I repeatedly asked him to disengage and return to his original flight plan. The reward for my efforts was he turned his guns upon me. It wasn't to any avail however as she was unnaturally . . . I almost want to say graceful as she was more dancing than fighting and with me clumsily bearing the brunt of his fire, despite my appalling efforts to dodge, he soon retreated. She, in fact, gave me the current bottle of liquid cardamine that has halted the rotting of my face along with her best wishes.
I know I'm digressing a little but, when composing a piece, I usually write everything down then try to neaten it up and shorten it down in the redraft. Don't get me wrong though - times are changing and I am trying to change with them. Only problem is I'm a little slow sometimes, a failing amongst many - I accept, but I am trying to keep up. Oh, and if you need a sample off of the patch or the stuff on the ship it's no problem but I'd wear some gloves it stains something terible even after watering it down. My ships unlocked and the bottle's in the top black plastic box, the one with no lid. That's undiluted though and it's not a great seal on the bottle top. Just in case of a spill. Coming back to the matter at hand, what can you tell me so far?
