Day 491. When it rains, it is boring.

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Nick, fairly bored in an empty prison.

Well. We only managed to reach a small police station before the skies broke down in an emotional downpour of radiating rain. I have never seen anything like that. The drops of that toxic rain appeared to be tiny biological bombs full of destruction. In places you could notice burning slightly as the drops touched suitable stuff.
Raining weather was never fun in Commonwealth. It just wasn’t. Rain was something to avoid and pray for it to pass quickly…
Ah… The good old rain of olden days was brilliant. It was a great time for reading or walking down the park protected by an umbrella… Nowadays, if you were lucky to find an umbrella it wouldn’t protect you from the toxins included in every drop of the greenish lookin rain. It was deadly. Hence we were stuck in this tiny police station and Nick was bored…
After the recent discovery and all the fun Nick had finding out something about someone who he indirectly knew, it seemed like some new life was sparked into his rusty cables, wires and processors. He seemed happy and alive…. Well as happy and alive synths can be really.
We talked about loads of stuff while we searched through the station in hope of finding anything remotely interesting that could keep our minds busy. All we had left was talking as the station proved to provide us with noting but plenty of dust and empty cells…
So we talked about our feelings mainly as for some reason it felt like a good time to reach inside of your own self to bring plenty of ‘unimportant’ matters to the surface, one of which would be the so often neglected feelings…
Wasteland was no place for feelings. It was a brutal place where instincts and survival mattered the most. Not the depression, sadness or total hopelessness that would wrap around you like a sticky scarf full of dirt and misery wrapping around your neck… each day, tighter… Just tighter and tighter… Not even happiness had really place here or anywhere out there.
As strange as it sounds, Nick had plenty to say about what was bugging his insides. As bizzare as it sounds it was soothing to hear complaints coming from… a machine. It was like who ever took time to assemble Nick and put his chips and stuff in, coming from beyond the grave telling me how it all was meant to happen, how the ‘advanced’ society meant for our future generations to live and evolve…
And funny enough it wasn’t actually that far from what I’d like to see happening to the world around us where each of us mattered and where accomplishing common goal was the objective as opposed to being better than my neighbour or having more stuff than my friends…
Anyway. Nick got talking and talking how the experience he missed the most was that so common for us (and yet so neglected) feeling of being loved. Feeling of belonging somewhere and it struck me, all of sudden that we all ended up being thrown into this strange scenario where no one told us where we came from and where we are meant to be heading. Kind of journey to find…
Well, I didn’t know what I was meant to find in this world where everyone I had known was dead and everything i cherished, simply disappeared with the bombs falling down on the world. We and our forefathers built with our hands and heads, sweat and blood, we built something and it was all gone
Yes. Rain in Commonwealth was not a good thing. It gave us too much time to pause and idle in our struggle, simultaneously giving our brains that much needed breath of that dirty air to start thinking and feeling… And I started realising feelings were not a good thing in this gray world.
Someone, somewhere, sometime… Anyone really needed to put some plan to action and make sure that feelings where important and that everyone had the chance to express them…
Firstly though. Someone had to find a way to put the feelings on the map of the Commonwealth and I realised that it might be me that needs to kick start it all.
I wasn’t ready. All I wanted was to look for more skeletons, dig in the faded past trying to see if I can find a link to something that had already happened, something that probably wouldn’t happen again….
Rain in the Wasteland was a bad idea. And Nick somehow knew when he looked at me for a long time before I fell asleep…
First time since I ‘landed‘ here the rain didn’t seen to be stopping…

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