MOVE BROKE LEG!
Fuck! I hate this caste! I hate it! Why did that machine not see me. I was right there! I used my horn! I screamed! Yes, I’m fast, but I WARNED THE MACHINE I WAS CROSSING THE STREET! The fool didn’t stop. WHY? This is not what I need. I need to move. I need to run. I need swoosh and go. Fuck. Now. Now I’m here. I want to be there. RUN. MOVE, LEG. MOVE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH. …I can’t. Oh, I can’t. No, I don’t want to…No don’t cry. Don’t cry. This is to much. I only wish to run free and long and forever.