“No!” He thought. They could not do this! If only they knew his capabilities. Though his body had decayed, his mind had remained true, and so Michael had cultivated it, grown it within himself. Years of theorising and thought experiments can make even the dullest of people become erudite savants. And so he devised his own way to heal himself. It worked.

His fingers had already begun to twitch, ach...

Micheal was sitting on his couch with ambitious throughts running through his head. It was like dogs running in fields carelessly of the world around him,slobbering with a stick in his mouth dripping glass like balls of siliva. On his luxurious television was ‘the crock roaches ‘ whilst he was dreaming of what it would be like to be rich....