[There is someone here.]
[Have you scanned?]
[The biological information isn't on the list, damn it, we'll just have to rely on the city council and police department.]
The bionic eye refocuses.
The language detection system is still diligently translating, directly delivering the captured dialogue to the retina.
John's consciousness fades in and out.
He can't command a single muscle in his body, not even the pain is clear—sometimes it's so painful he passes out, sometimes he's entirely numb, feeling cold, feverish…
Occasionally, voices can be heard.
There are even clear footsteps passing by him.
Those boots sink into the soil of the green area, the vibrations spreading throughout his body, yet no one stops for him.
[…Hey, F*ck.]
[Here's another one with a broken arm.]
The sky shifts from gray to a pale white.
His throat is full of bitterness.
Sometimes John wakes up suffocating, his mind then struggles to breathe during those few clear seconds.
