Your life is miserable. Nothing goes the way you plan and no one respects you.”“Maybe that’s true, so what?”“I can help you.” With that he...hands Brad a plan looking black marble notebook. Brad looks at the plane book with curiosity. “This is supposed to make my life better?”the salesman smiles and replies, “All you have to do is write down what you want and it will happen.” Brad laughed at the absurdity of it. He opened the book and flipped through a few blank lined pages. When he looked up to. Stephanie was now answering the questions very quickly and without querying anything, and calling her, ma’am, rather than by her name.Indeed, Laura found it as noticeable as Elizabeth, both being just eighteen-years-old, how the older offenders started off scoffing at their authority but quickly submitted to it when they realised what their official powers were. Stephanie hated having to obey two teenagers like this and felt she was being purposely humiliated. It certainly wasn’t natural for. " Almost. Let me move a little so I'm just like her, and you need to sit up more, to match him."I moved to match the screen. I added, "How's this?" Good, and I'll curl up more, just like her."And we both adjusted ourselves to EXACTLY match the image on the TV. The man was gently caressing the woman's hair. And I did that to Emmy. I was surprised how nice it felt. My sister didn't seem to mind that I was touching her hair along the edge of her neck, just like on the screen.She giggled and said,. Those who survived suffered terrible recurring pain, as old scars that never really healed opened up again and again. All survivors of White Gas were infectious. The disease was spread by skin-to-skin contact. The only anti virus medication that existed was powerful enough to block the disease short term, and so potent that it effectively poisoned the user at the same time to such an extent the patient's life span was shortened with each dose.White gas poisoning was a slow and painful death.