Hibernation

My body is weakened. The last eight months have been a blast. There are scars all over my body, my liver is shot, I’m blind in one eye and I’ve lived through six overdoses. I’ve made some great friends. I broke my foot. I killed a guy on the way here with my bare hands. Someone off the grid so there’ll be no charges. I haven’t slept.

I’m staggering into the rejuve clinic for my hibernation. Four months in a nutrient bath with some tektites working overtime to remove the last thirty-two weeks of extremist living. To sleep, perchance to dream.

I’ve done this eighteen times now and I plan to do it until the money runs out and the money will never run out, if you see what I’m saying. My father left me a very huge estate. Wealth that no amount of overspending could damage.

I’m aging a little bit but this process slows it to a crawl. Me and the fellow graduates live like this. They call us bears.

8 months up, four months down. We leave all of the damages that we cause to be dealt with by our lawyers and their lawsuits.

I climb into the nutrient bath. It’s warm and thick. The oxygen mask is fitted over my head.

It’s time to go to sleep.


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