Cover story 2: An overlay after a good days work

A familiar face, Neova, with stapled skin peeling off of him, a man too fargone to change for the better, sleeping on his throne alone in the dark. He has no thoughts in his head and as he sleeps in the real world, the one of cities and skylines, he enjoys the night like any other.

To sleep, to dream

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¤ Who is born? For it is who you ask for when you want an identity. Not why, not how, not even a question of any other sort. You say who am I when you want to recall your past and your worth in the world. So I ask who is born? ¤

¤ I wake up to this reality, as if I have a say in it. Before I used to say, now all is want for me. My life is systems mere cogs, shower, eat and leave, take a cigar if needed. Take a cigar at home to spice things up in my useless life. ¤

N(so what do you ask of me mirror, what wish do I need to fulfill today)

As the windows shutter open and close over and over, the air lifting Neova's hat.

"How will you know the meaning of life when it hits you?"

N(because that day I will see death in front of me, and I will ask what the meaning of life truly was, why ask me this today)

The illusion grows bigger, lifting its body like a puppet out of the mirror to greet Neova, "so how do you plan to see death".

N( that day I will defy death, by not just merely living, I would live knowing the world would die alongside me, or just living the meaning of life after have known what it truly was)

Neova with a crazed smile for a split second looks at the table with the cigars, he looks at the mirror, getting a flinch out of experiencing the future and past. He then decides to drink some cinnamon tea so he heads out, he doesn't have interests only a job anyways nothing will go to waste if he takes a detour. With a smile and not a single thought, Neova still begins shaking profusely, so he tugs his shirt and takes a knife stabbing his arm. Malfonz notices him on his way to the counter, Neova on the other hand gets a chuckle out of the ordeal.

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¤ Am I winning, AM I LOSING, HUAEHAHAHA. ¤

He can't hold it in, but his laughter didn't hold in long. He knows Malfonz has the vaccine, and he already knows the guy's weakness, future vision has no bounds. As Neova sat down on the chair directly behind Malfonz, raising his hand for the tea he ordered ready for confrontation, he was excited but held a poker face and was ready to experiment with his prey.

M(Move your chair aside more before you get hurt more mutt)

¤ Should I simply say things to annoy him. ¤

M(I did not simply startle, move aside or that cup over there will be filled with carbonated water)

¤ This guy's gettin under my nerves, SERIOUSLY. ¤

M(No, no sorry my apologies, I meant to say was I was going to dunk your head in scalding water til those small small blood cells become carbonated, don't test me idiot)

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M(oh what cat got your tongue)

N(I envy everyone you never met mutt)

M(what did you say, you wanna say that a centimeter closer jester)

N(yeah why don't I)

As he was about to punch Malfonz, the waitress came in between and they were kicked.

Not even Neova enjoyed that, but he could only see two possible futures, the third one hidden behind him. Killing Malfonz, while sitting at his throne, with both vaccines or the long route the one twisted and filled with multiple hurdles. There was a chance Neova would die then. But on accident these two kept crossing roads, moment after moment after another one. Neova was more tired and sleepless than happy, he just wanted one moment to himself and then archery came and he saw and walked away, Malfonz was there so why would he stay.

Neova was an assassin in the day, he enjoyed his work, but during the morning as he was drinking, Malfonz had asked him if he had the vaccine.

N(no, then I don't have it, if that's what your asking)

M(eha what do you mean, stop speaking in riddles)

His head tilts as his eyes go blank, and a smile appears.

N(I said no dumbass)

But he heard Malfonz repeat the question once more, in confusion since his face didn't express desperation, but a question is only asked once more if you want an answer, something was off.

N(so what you wanna talk about)

He asks as he slurps his drink.

M(so wha.. do you have the vaccine)

N(maybe I do, I don't know)

Malfonz looks aside, notices the houses and then turns his head towards the people eating. And then points at those people.

M(you notice those people, what ideas of life do you believe they have, imagine what we could do to change that)

N(were you not interested in the question you asked me)

He asks of confusion because he was understanding nothing.

M(I know you have it, and I have an idea of you power as well)

N(then wha.. what is it)

M(you will be cracking me up the next time we meet HaHaHa)

As he pushes in his chair, while preparing to leave, tapping Neova's back, M(Cya idiot, don't miss me too much), he says as he waves his hand from behind while looking ahead.

He looks away while slurping, accidentally leaning too far to the back spilling the hot drink on his shirt burning himself.

N(EAAAHHH), Fin.