A Universe of Wonders

[Tomtomrawr]

The pain was refreshing. Feeling nothing for so long, it made you miss any sensation. Even if that sensation was not one of the pleasant variety. The pinch also served to give Axel a rough estimate of how badly his muscles had degraded in his heart area. It was bad, from what he could tell. His muscles offered little resistance to the pinch, and all he could feel was a thin layer of fat.

Moving his arm back to his side took superhuman effort. If he was going to get moving again, he would need time to recover and rebuild his muscles. Starting with his mind.

He crawled his hand across the bed sheet toward the remote which he had dropped to move his arm to his chest. He brought it up so he could see the options, and then moved his other arm to hold it whilst his right arm pressed buttons. The first muscle he needed to recover was by far the most important. His brain and knowledge which could be necessary to survive, he needed to maintain.

He began to browse through the neural net, quickly adapting to the options and button placement on the remote. It was a plastic, and he occasionally found himself just running his fingers over the device. Sometimes laying it on his chest, and running his hands along the fabric of the blanket. He had had no idea what he had missed until it was taken away from him.

It had been eighteen years. Eighteen years. Eighteen years since he had last moved, or touched, or seen light. Seen a face. But it had been much longer since he had seen a friend. He pushed these thoughts back now, and focused on what he was seeing on the console.

A new House? Sirius-wide war? Axel cared little about any of the other articles he had seen. The discovery of alien life was old news, so he skipped any news reports concerning new alien lifeforms. But all of the war now in the little area of space claimed by humanity was deeply interesting for him. It would give him new opportunities. And Gallia could perhaps one day serve as a safe haven. It was doubtful they had heard of him, so if he could be smuggled in he would be safe.

But he had to concentrate on his current situation. That woman, the one who had been with him when he had woken up, had been wearing a Maltese Naval uniform. Was he in the captivity of the Outcasts? What did they want from him? Perhaps, he thought, they wanted him to work on new chemical attacks to suit their purposes. Or wanted to force him into other fields of research.

He couldn't think about that now. Too many new ideas were whizzing through his head, and he needed rest. Eighteen years in a coma, and yet he still needed to sleep? Surely he should have had enough rest to last a lifetime? Perhaps, if he had enough time, he could remove the need for sleep? He drifted into sleep with the idea on his mind.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.