Alan woke up with a headache. He didn't remember what happened after winning yesterday's fight.
He wobbly stood up and went to drink some water. Alan poured himself a glass of water and noticed it was pink.
— Ah, right. — Alan recalled that he couldn't drink from the tap.
He went back to his room and drank some hair juice.
“Wait a second.” Alan noticed that he, and Etia, were both naked.
He turned on all of his brain implants that were disabled because of his hangover. He had to use a lot of power to find these memories.
Alan sat down on the bed and thought about his life decisions up to this point.
— What are you doing? — Etia woke up and hugged Alan from behind.
— Nothing in particular.
—…
—…
They said nothing more.
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Alan was sitting on a building's roof. There was no reason for him to be there other than because he wanted to be closer to the sky.
Log entry nr.126 This is the first time this month that I'm writing. I could make it into a research paper, but I will use it more as a note for me. I found a girlfriend. It's good, I'm happy. I want to stay with her forever. Until the day I die. I love her.
Alan was very lonely for a long time. Etia was the same. They were a pair made in heaven.
Other than that, I became an MMA fighter. This planet's people have weak bones because of the lowered gravity. It's equal to about 0,9g. Everyone is scared of fighting me because I'm too strong. I know how to stop it.
He was very dangerous for everyone he fought. In the next fight, he would wear boxing gloves. Here, they're used only for practice.
Today, he had nothing to do, so he would visit a museum.
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He bought a ticket for 1 cin and walked in. It was a museum of art, and there were many paintings and sculptures there. Alan wasn't the biggest fan of modern art, and most old paintings on earth were owned by the so-called 0,1%.
Alan observed that zharian art is centered around the order. Every person in every painting looks very similar. Every sculpture is made with the same style, no matter when it was made. The most striking part was that almost everything was symmetrical.
For him, the art was very beautiful to look at, but after some time passed, he started to feel like it wasn't made by a living person.
“Let's get out of here.” He decided.
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Alan wanted to go to a military museum, but the manager very impolitely told him to “go fuck off”. After that, he went to a history museum.
Alan was surprised when he found out that there was only one major war on Zhar. Now there is a single country, so it's not a problem.
That caused a two-times slower speed research speed in almost every field except welfare.
Especially hit was the firearm industry. The newest type of fully automatic gun was a belt-fed Gatling gun.
It was sad how, in order to progress, people have to die, but Alan knew that from the start.
— There is no betterment if there is no threat. Let's go.
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He has arrived at the museum of cars and boats. Once again, they wanted to kick him out, but this time it went differently.
— Wait, isn't that the Intruder? — A man who watches The Arena recognized Alan. — Can I get an autograph?
— Umm, ok. — Alan knew that he wanted to get signed. He took the man's pen and signed the piece of paper he handed him.
Once more people realized who he is, everyone went to get his name on a random object.
“Calm down. A toilet paper roll? Maybe I will sign your divorce papers too?” These were thoughts he couldn't voice because of his lacking vocabulary, of course.
It took Alan around an hour to get to Etia's workplace.
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Alan couldn't find her once he got there. Instead, he bought some light alcohol. This time they would make sure not to get drunk like the day before.
He paid the cashier. No words were said between them. Then, he made his way back home, but before he got there, Etia jumped out from the bushes.
— Hey! — She was very excited to see him again.
— Hey.
— Are you tired or something? You don't look very enthusiastic about seeing me.
They both recalled what happened that night and almost died of embarrassment.
— Umm, I got something lighter than before. Want to drink?
— Ok. — Etia answered timidly.
They walked into their home and sat down on the bed.
— So… About yesterday…—Alan wanted to straighten out yesterday's situation.
— Don't. — She didn't want him to continue, and kissed him.
This time, they didn't need beer to break the ice.
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They were half-lying in bed, drinking.
— Do you have any siblings? — Etia asked.
— A younger sister. We lost touch many years ago, though. — Alan replied, visibly drunk.
A very good word that describes their state would be “wasted”.
— I'm a single child. No one wanted to be with my mom because of me.
— That sucks. — They talked, and talked until they fell asleep in each other's arms.