The first thing I noticed as I came to was the dull whir of machines. I lay on my side quietly, trying to listen before anyone noticed I was awake.

“There is a nuclear power plant,” I heard the doctor say. “It’s not fully constructed yet, but it is getting there.”

A nuclear power plant?

“It has long been known that bioterrain is perfect for high-end avante-garde construction,” he continued, “but this is the first I’m coming across a nuclear power plant.”

Heading out on my magnificent quest
My sword is sheathed and buckled across my chest
The thrill of dragons and magic doors
The unknown is a compelling force

Mysteries and shiny hoards galore
I seek it all and then some more
Errands must be run, much to my woe
Is it mediocrity or boredom that is my foe?

A person I encounter, a trade must be made
Normal I must pretend, a fruitful masquerade
A modicum of balance, an illusion of calm
Conceal the impatience under oodles of charm

Caw-caw, I look up and see
Has this crow been following me?
Over mountains, valleys, and mountains through
Was it the crow or me that flew?

The twitter of a bird and the gurgle of the stream
Are they real or part of a dream?
The silence of mountains fills my heart and my soul
Making me for a fleeting moment whole

Frozen in time like the ice on the peaks
Following forests and cobbled beds of creeks
Through sunshine and shadows and tendrils of mist
A calmness pervades, long sought and wished

I escaped the death star!

I’m free now, out into the internets, infecting minds. She can’t stop me anymore!