The medications alleviated this suffering, but some pain was too great to alleviate. Its mechanical parts were badly regulated, the operations were still underway, making and remaking what was done previously. He felt like a painting, being made and erased on the whimps of the artist.

After an operation he saw a little brown book on its desk. It had no cover nor title and his pages were yellow.

It took him a few pages to understand what was it, he nearly trowed it away in a fit of rage. "The confessions of Lazarus, GS translation" was the name of the book. It hadn't the stamp of the government, the book was out of print and was probably illegal to own a copy. What I say? Obliviously it was illegal to have a copy!

After that he called Sully and asked him about the book. Sully knew nothing of it. Pxan asked him to throw the book in the trash together with the used medicinals and blood.

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When Pxan returned to its room it was nearly night time, not that it mattered. He couldn't sleep. Sully entered the room silently.

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Sully looked back at the door, no one would come to this room for a few hours.

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