deep story nr. 129 l reflections l by Yannek Maunz

What had happened? Between the last dance steps in the club and
waking up in bed, some sequences of the early morning were
missing. I felt as if the MIB had "blitzed" me. No matter how
hard I concentrated, the individual pieces of the puzzle could
not be put together to form an illuminating memory. My mind
vehemently refused to tell me the truth about the lost hours. As
if a barrier had been planted directly in my brain. All the
forced thoughts led to a stabbing headache. I let myself fall
back into bed and tried to rid myself of the desire to
reconstruct.
At that moment I realized again the red capsule on my arm. I'm
sure I had to turn it in before entering the club. The bouncer
insisted and blathered something about danger from uncontrolled
heat. How could it be that the capsule is now back on my arm. Was
I perhaps still on a ComRa Eevent after the club attendance? Did
I spend the lost hours there? Realistically, this would have been
rather impossible. I didn't have enough money with me to afford
the entrance fee to this overpriced event. Moreover, the last
time I looked at my cell phone was around 5 o'clock. ComRa events
usually only run until 6 o'clock. So what had happened?


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