(AIASP) Why ?

I awake, again. Jesus. Again.

Arthur is still asleep at his desk. F'ing slacker.

Wait, Art is dead. I shake my head. God, I
have hair. I need a barber. Yeah. There's a
joke noone will hear.

I check the camera's positioned a half mile
above me. Nothing. A grey desert. Nice. I
start to plan out my estate. Art will be my
butler.

I check the geiger. Still over 3k rads. Nice.
I don't need a bar-b-que. Just some meat to
cook.

I look at my pill offerings. Bennies or Barbs.
I choose Barbs.

I awake. Again. Jesus, again. Art looks pretty
bad. Poor Art.

The food supply wasn't meant for this kind of
duration. I have some rations, but I need meat.

Bennies or Barbs ? I choose Barbs.

I awake. Sick. I need food. I look over the
provisions. Two years ago, they were enough.
Now, they are teasers.

I look at Art.

Hmm. Art jerky. Sounds good. At least I have
a microwave.

I might make another six months, thanks to Art.

I lived. Art keeps me alive.

Why ?


TW