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One good thing about being the first--and thus far, only--person to be saved frouard: I wasn’t paying for a penny of my medical care, and neither were , and got running updates from my various doctors, all of whoive my medical information to SymboGen It sucked fro

Syuard My father works for the governh about what the i went on Sy about what their tapewor the care I needed if I wanted to keep breathing Breathing was nice It was one of the first things I re it for as long as possible

Even with Sy out for one into full anaphylactic shock multiple times, for reasons I still didn’t fully understand The first time had corresponded with a course of antiparasitics provided by SymboGen They were intended to help"they were supposed to kill my tapeworm and force it out of my body"--and they’d nearly killed me, too The second and third attacks had come out of nowhere, and the attack after that had corresponded with another course of antiparasitics, different ones

What mattered to me was that I’d nearly died each time Without SymboGen, I would have died I needed to remember that No matter howelse, I owed my life to SymboGen

I looked back at Dr Morrison’s office before walking down the street to the empty bus stop I sat down on the bench and settled in to wait I’m patient I’m rarely in a hurry And I don’t drive

PatienceI have in abundance, but punctuality is not My shift at the Cause for Paws animal center was supposed to start at four o’clock Thanks toto wait for the next one--again--it was already alh the door

"I’er bag and hung it next to the door, where it looked dull and out of place next to Tasha’s rainbow crochet purse and Will’s electric red backpack In an organization irl with the uniqueone

The door slammed behind me I flinched

"I’ next to the coffee machine with an amused expression on her face

"You’re sorry?" she asked "Really? You’re late, and you’re sorry about it? Truly this is unprecedented in the annals of our huue out at her

"Did the bad psychologist try to tell you that you were crazy again?" asked Tasha, see Tasha was practically ireet Godzilla while he was attacking don by asking whether he’d ever considered adopting a kitten to help him with his obvious stress disorder "You can tell your Auntie Tasha about it I swear I’ all your actions back to the corporation"

"You’re a jerk," I said rabbed my apron "Come on Scale of one to ?"

"Will isn’t mad at all, because you just volunteered to clean all the cat boxes," said Will I turned to see the shelter’s owner standing in the doorway of the kitten rooly boneless cat draped across his forearally binding pro your job soo forth and scoop" Will stepped out of the doorway "Look at it this way You spent the afternoon feeding metaphorical shit to your therapist, and now you can clean up so"

"You just don’t want to do the boxes"

"That, too," Will agreed

I rolled ain and walked past hier deal of punishing me than was strictly necessary--I had a disability clearance excusing me for all my mandatory medical appointments, and since Sye for keeping ue with theer deal of disliking ht I needed a little nor on the reality of my situation, or the fact that SymboGen essentially controlledTheUntil I was perfectly healthy and finished relearning the world, they held the strings

The cats chirped, s as I came into the roo the paws that reached for uys," I said "Let’s get to work"

There’s one enetically engineered tapewor else possible Everything else in the world