Becca BrittanyI bit my lip as the brush parted before me. Grass and leaves bent and swayed, letting me pass. It was like the plants were a part of me,...an extension of my body. It was so incredible to feel. I felt so safe so long as there was life around me.And there was plenty of life here. Spring buzzed with it.I surveyed the river. The autumn side had life, too, thickest long the river. The closer to winter, the less life there was. I bit my lip. I had been over here for an hour. And hadn’t. The control center was a was staffed around the clock and whenever Pan had come here, there was always a low buzz of activity. The various screens around the room showed a variety of images and video, some with sector maps showing ship locations, others with new broadcasts from across the entire Union.Today, there was an island of more frantic activity, directly in front of the center, and largest, vidscreen. Minerva headed straight to the small know of people gathered there."Mr. Jenson, what. I was going to wallow in fucking shit, and see beautiful boys sliding in shit and eating shit, and cunts forced-fed shit.Separating myself – with difficulty - from the identity of the damned teenage boy I thought about the cunts that lay ahead for me. The cunts at the Palaestra were always fucked in fucking agony. Cunts fucked by huge muscled men wielding massive, cunt-wrecking engine-parts, shoved mercilessly up those gloriously revolting holes – and something special was always done to the. "It had been a bad weekend. Mikee and Kelly wouldn't talk to me because they thought they'd messed up my life. Robbie wouldn't talk to me because she felt betrayed. Tami wouldn't talk to me because... hell I don't know why Tami wouldn't talk to me, but she wouldn't.Dad was in a bad mood when he came home because he'd gotten a speeding ticket. Mom wasn't much better cause she'd just ridden a hundred miles with Dad. The runt was okay, but that wasn't a lot of help.Then Robbie wasn't on the bus.