#freeman.exe

everyones (see:Tenna) favorite therapy cat co worker...

“WE WOULD BE, BUT...”

HE GESTURES WEAKLY AHEAD OF HIMSELF. There’s not a train in sight. Just tracks. Tracks that, as he walks along, come to an abrupt end, with a red and white stripped bar being the only thing that would have stopped him from going down a drop.

OF COURSE. The train would have already gone down, the platform with it. Gordon stares hopelessly down the drop, a pang in his chest as he realizes -- Forzen wasn’t there to catch him. Forzen might not be able to catch him ever again.

DEEP BREATH. He blinks rapidly to fight back tears.

DRAGGING A HAND DOWN HIS FACE, GORDON GETS SHAKILY TO HIS FEET. What a dream... no. A nightmare. He needs to move. If he lingers any longer, he might not be able to keep going. 

GORDON PEELS DROWSY EYES OPEN, BLINKING A FEW TIMES TO CLEAR HIS VISION. God, what an awful dream... all white and black, no arms, back in the tram...

“c’mon, gordonnnn, wake uppp... you gotta wake up...”

A young physicist stands on the tram. It just so happens that today, the 1st of April, 200x, is this young physicist's first day at work. Though it was twenty-seven years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!

What will the name of this young man be?

“grapes are easy to acquire and easy to eat.”