hi, Nate here too soon of an intermission, i know. heheheh. just an update. i've struggled with my health the past few days, and it got a bit bad three / four days ago. so i had to rest for the while, i couldn't update well. i'm sorry if i haven't updated the latest side story of Imago and Mirror, but i'm coming back to writing again. having hypertension at thirty-plus years of age is kind of common but very scary, especially for the kind of person i am. love to say i'm reliable all of the time, and the worldd is my fuel but my energy source and ways to be healthy is limited to a lot of things. for now, i'm going to continue posting the story the best way i can. again, thank you if you're still here and reading or passing by. just passing by and giving my story a try is such a grateful thing for me. signing out@AcrimonyNate

Settling on a rooftop they found free of any kind of laundry hanging or kind of unwanted junk, Mirror sees that the rooftops of each building are not free to land or expressly let their “kind” of technology out in the open. Soon Imago and Mirror took turns staying awake just to preserve batteries to guard their items at night. Their portable generator is a prime item that could interest others of being taken. Still, it was a curious but cautious mind that brought them to the idea that they had to dirty what they wear and how they look.At first, Imago was hesitant to do so, in forbearance to their remaining program of being quite neat still in terms of appearance despite how hardships or obstacles come to them. Their nanny personality comes to light at the prospect of being dirty for the sake of disguise because they instinctively become neat and obsessed with cleaning things to avoid “germs or the concept of sickliness.” Though it was over writ by Mirror in the only way they know, by

Dirt between a child’s feet is harmless if the pavement it lands on is speck free of any obstacle that could harm them. By the time they surface through the years of their toddler years to the age nearing ten, the callous they’ve collected would have broken and bled out to toughen their skin. It was something that Imago found their internal selves completely devolving into an infinite sense of pity and profound desire to help them.That’s why several times in the day, to occupy half their time in town; Imago set out to observe the children, which ended up being their form of charitable conscience. Through teaching a few children the value of a shoe or the concept of dressing themselves for the day. The number of children in the slum area of the town was a surprise Imago imagined but never expected to achieve in the slightest.Being met with such a reality felt like a breath of fresh air that they could not manage to comprehend but are willing to be in

 Mirror watched their partner’s life seem to lack luster through their internal monitoring. Since there was more energy left in Mirror’s body due to lack of physical exertion, they instinctively checked on their partner without consent. Most of the time all they did was converse with people and practically deal with their problems, a feat anyone with strong mental fortitude can accomplish. Thus, after quite a deeper deliberation, they would let Imago rest for a while as they dealt with the man in front of them.Problems don’t often arise at the worst times. Sadly the moment Imago was starting to prompt their sleep mode, the clinic’s door was rapped on by a loud succession of knocks. Everyone still in the corridor looked at the door before it opened with caution and the body of a man in what looked like a government uniform, that of an authority in the legal sector, entered. His face was stiff and rugged, complete with a semi-shaved face ri

 There were more times that Mirror and Imago had fought, not for the simplest things but through the complexities of solutions they clashed with as their life progressed in the first few weeks of their first year. They struggled to become close even if Mirror did not like any of Imago’s stiff methods of doing things. However, there is a similarly empathetic side that Mirror applies to the “one rule” they’ve considered for themselves.Inside Mirror, there is still a struggle about why it should or should not be considered a decision but the autonomy they wanted to practice was a condition they were always built with.“Hey,” said the woman who sat in front of Mirror.The smile that was plastered on Mirror’s face tilted a bit as they droned thinking of Imago, but they poised it back into a natural one.“Hey, to you too, Mrs. De Guzman.” From there Mirror started handing them the sheet for reg