He was able to get around 4 hours asleep until he woke up and ended up doing nothing but staring at the ceiling of his office.
He could not shake what happened and how he almost flatlined.
What he felt, what he saw, never had he felt so powerless, helpless, and useless.
How so much power could be bended to his will just for all that power to come back and rip him to shreds.
It was Exhilarating yet terrifying like going at 7,000 RPM.
Everything is lost as The Machine becomes weightless, it's gone. all that is moving is you, moving through space and time as if it didn't exist to begin with.
In motion yet not.
Was that Death
Or was that life.
He didn't know, he barely knew how to parallel park.
So he wouldn't know what it was like to go at 7,000 RPM.
Streets were too Narrow in NC and the only place to test such speed was in the Badlands.
And driving through the Badlands was a Death Wish, never know where crazy fuckers might leave land mines.
He felt like crap in a half and didn't know what do, he for sure didn't want to work or do any Ripping right now.
He bleed out so much that he was actually hungry so he took advantage of his position as a seasoned member of Maelstrom and had the newbies bring him a sandwich.
He ate that but then he was back to where he was, looking up at the ceiling surrounded by body part in bags on hooks.
He for sure didn't want to go on the net right now or do any net running.
He knew he was just wasting his life but he didn't give 2 shits and a ham sandwich.
He almost fucking died and he's supposed to just be cool with that.
Fuck no, he didn't want to go out like all the other net runners before him.
No, he wanted to go out like Elvis Presley, Fat Ass fuck, on the toilet, having a double heart attack from all the dope AF PB and whatever the fuck meals.
That's the only way anyone named King should go out.
Fuck that Silverhand,V Arasoka shit.
He ain't like that, he ain't built like that.
All he does is make shit and cut people up.
He didn't want to go back to scrounging up on the streets.
Catching bodies like MaxTac but ain't making no bank like MaxTac.
It's fucking bullshit, they body people and get Government funding.
He bodies people, he gets a slap on the back and a go fuck yourself.
There was no real future to what he was doing and he knew this.
But didn't know what to do about it, he had been part of Maelstrom so long that he couldn't see himself anywhere else.
This was his home.
Very deranged and vile home, but home was home.
So he continued just staring at the ceiling.
He didn't know what to do how to feel, he was tired but he didn't want to go sleep.
Because everytime he closed his eyes he saw Cyberspace and that freaks him the fuck out.
Even blinking was fucking with him.
What happened shouldn't have happened yet, at the same time he felt as if that was eventually going to happen.
He should be dead, he was for sure of that at least.
He should not be alive right now.
And he was actually fine with that admittance.
He wasn't special he was just really good at what he did.
But even he had his moments of weakness and over indulgence.
And even he would push him self far beyond what he's capable of.
He seriously could have gone Cyberpsycho back there.
It's kind of amazing he didn't but maybe that's a positive maybe all those sessions with Bjorn actually ment something and he was building a Immunity to Cyberpsychosis.
It it was true he would give Bjorn more of his homebrew prototypes.
He wasn't using them.
They were just prototypes anyways.
What he was really interested in though was making his own homebrew Cybernetics.
Something the other companies hadn't thought of yet.
He didn't know what but there had to be more to current day technology then what was already in the market.
There had to be more.
And he wanted to be the one to change the game forever.
But what was he kidding, he wasn't ambitious like that.
It's all just his brain talking.
He couldn't talk his ass out of a paper bag even if he wanted too.
Rita probably could though he was not willing to test that theory.
Her Aim may suck ass but her swings were just as vicious as ever.
If only she had the proper equipment that could take her to the next level, she would be one tough bitch.
Her Ego would grow 3 times in size and demand everyone's attention from Lizzies all the way to Arasoka tower.
She would be unsufferable.
He was now getting the energy to get up and do something.
As he turned his head and saw the box.
For a take, this had to be the most mysterious as well as the most annoying.
Because he hated puzzles and from what he was looking at there was no hinge or any sort of curve or even a position of weakness to open this thing from.
It was just a black box as he moved to sit down in his rolling chair and then moved toward the box.
He started picking at it with a screw driver trying to see if it does anything.
Currently he did not have the patience or will with all to deal with this blasphemous bullshit right now.
But there was a problem.
Rich was a fucking Loser.
A sore loser some would say as he now thought maybe if he put pressure into this joint that something would happen so he started stabbing the fuck out of the box with the screw driver.
To no results.
"Forget it, I give up"
To Be Continued.