Eva hugged me tightly, I did not expect such a surge of emotions from her. Embracing the girl in return, I began to look around the room with interest. A long medical bay filled with various equipment and at least five pods lined up side by side. All of them were open except for one more, the most extreme against the wall.On the other side were regular bunks, on one of which Terra was curled up sleeping. She pulled her own fluffy tail closer to her and hid her nose under her paws. It looked very nice.- What actually happened? I asked Eva in a low voice, I didn't want to wake Terra.And really, what actually happened? I thought I was going to die, but here it turns out I managed to escape and even recover. The arms and legs are intact, the bones are pieced together, even the fingers are sewn back in place, and there is no hole in the stomach.- We arrived at the coordinates that Atria gave us, got on the ship, and then took you away.- Who "you"?- When we flew up, a blue flash rushe

They say: “If I think, then I exist”, but it seems to me that this is not particularly true. The first thing I felt was pain. Penetrating the whole body, forcing the legs to stretch, and the arms to twist in a spasmodic attack. It was as if I was being devoured by the agony of death, trying to convince me that I was still alive. It was as if the old woman herself whispered death in my ear, “As long as you feel, you exist.” And I believed her, not doubting for a second. For how can one believe otherwise when the whole body burns with pain? How can you resist this primordial feeling, which is inherent in all life on our planet?My own stomach became a hotbed of pain. It was as if a red-hot rod had been thrust into it and twisted from side to side, sometimes allowing it to be pulled out and driven back into the wound again. My eyes see nothing, I spin in the dark. Hands and feet do not obey me. I'm scared. Tears run down the cheeks. I would have been ready to scream, to beg for mercy, to

not obey, weaved and strove in every possible way to catch on the toes of old worn sneakers on the unevenness of the asphalt. Cars drove by, drivers honking furiously at me, yelling about my parents and my lack of intelligence, but I didn't care. All their swearing was drowned out by the loud beating of their own hearts. Knock-Knock! It counted every second of delay as I rushed to the entrance to the park, where he stood on the podium."Stop, you freak!" Violetta's voice came from behind me.The cars were still honking to me from all sides, for I brazenly stepped straight across the roadway. Fortunately, only a four-lane road separated me from the park, and the flow of cars was not so fast."Get out of the way, you idiot!" someone shouted after me.Finally, my foot rested on the road curb. The body swayed forward, I lost my balance, collapsing on the footpath, where I just heard the beginning of the speech:“I’m glad that we all gathered today, but it’s a pity that on such a sad occas

Fortune... Huh. One of the local hero-mentors at the academy is very fond of coming up with pretty good names. Randomness is the basis of the power that belonged to this girl, and therefore, now to me. She randomly summons items, and I feel like this ability was worse before. After all, my enhancement has improved its capabilities, and I will need to study them better.Jess Morgan is now the name I will bear while in this body. It's a pity for the girl, I somehow took her place in some unknown way.Glancing again at the thin body of the girl in the reflection of the mirror, I decided to get dressed after all. Pushing a couple of drawers aside and opening the closet door, I froze a little from what I saw inside. There were almost no clothes. Only old frayed sweaters with stretched sleeves and patches, a couple of tattered plaid shirts, blue jeans, and one dress, also had an empty hanger next to him. Looking at her, I immediately realized that there hung the blue dress in which she was

Is it always this noisy in here?My question was drowned in a cacophony of country music performed in a modern way with an admixture of some tearful pop filled with sad bravado about the injustice of life.Vee, who sat across from me on a semi-circular sofa that surrounded a low lacquered table with a lot of inscriptions and phone numbers carved into it, placed two bottles of beer and a couple of small bowls of peanuts on its surface.She only replied with a short smile, and then pointed to her ears. Her lips moved, saying "I can't hear you because of the damn music" and that's it. On this, our communication ended before it began. Although we didn’t need to communicate much in order to somehow begin to understand each other. At the moment, we have come to this bar filled and soaked with dirt, to wait for those who will convince me of something.All week Vee and I lived in my tiny apartment. They lived together and harmoniously. She helped me settle in, went shopping and cooked until I