Slowly regaining his consciousness, Reinhart discovered that he was still in the desolate desert.
Yet, he was ecstatic.
He seemingly forgot about the nuclear fission that possibly took his father's life a day ago.
Why?
Well, the scene that greeted this young gentleman was indeed overwhelming.
In the distant horizon, Reinhart could barely discern an array of primitive wagons, and some hundred armed people surrounding the wagons.
He remembered learning in one of his history lectures about caravans that people over a millenium ago would put together in order to engage in trade.
Thinking to this point, he quickly stood up, and was about to begin walking towards the caravan--
"Beep! Beep!"
Suddenly, he looked around to spot a conspicuous piece of shiny metal. It had dropped from his dismantled Escape Pod which was about ten meters behind him.
Reinhart began walking towards the Pod which was in shambles. All the metal pieces that had been carefully engineered to meet space readiness were now broken.
Nostalgically eyeing his surrounding, Reinhart sighed.
Then, he began tepidly marching towards the caravan, recalling memories of his father.
Every step he made towards the caravan made him progressively farther away from his father because the semi-disintegrated Pod was his father's sacrifice; his father had sacrificed his life for him.
As Reinhart grew steadily closer to the caravan, he began recalling his pitiful childhood.
Each of the memories he thought he had forgotten ephemerally came to his mind in a chronological order.
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He recalled his father's sorrow at the loss of his mother who had died in labor.
He recalled his strict upbringing.
He recalled the lessons with his father.
He recalled friendlessly attending schools because he was too busy to mind other students.
He recalled the indifference with which he treated his previous world.
And now the world had gotten back at him by taking his father--the only one he cared about.
A world that gives nothing and takes everything--this is its nature!
Reinhart had finally transitioned from the first stage of loss--grief and denial--to the second stage--anger and hate.
I will take everything from you, too! Just you wait! Anyone who dares hinder me will suffer!
Finally, Reinhart lost his sanity and began yelling:
"I WILL FIND YOU!? YOU SH*T HEAD WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR CREATING THIS WORLD!? I STOICALLY ACCEPTED EVERYTHING FOR THE PAST 17 YEARS--ALL THOSE GAZES OF PITY AND THOSE SENTIMENTS OF DISDAIN!? BUT I WILL TOLERATE NO MORE BECAUSE YOU HAVE CROSSED THE BOUNDARY BY TAKING AWAY EVERYTHING I HAVE AND EVERYONE I CARED ABOUT! NOW, I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING AWAY FROM YOU!?"
After yelling his new convictions, Reinhart lost consciousness for the third time.
Fortunately, a group of armed men from the caravan had spotted a suspicious character yelling nearby and were beginning to make their way towards where Reinhart had fainted.
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