looking for a place called home

"Live!" someone shouted in Guta’s cold heart. He opened his eyes. The big ceiling with a dullish green glow loomed above. He looked left and right with those dead eyes still searching for fire. People with bandages and broken bones lay everywhere. He tried to sit up but felt no sensation in his back and couldn't get himself up. Covered in plasters, he continued lying there, thinking, "I still survived," while sighing. "You sure have the devil’s luck to not have your internals flattened," said the doctor with a monocle, introducing himself as Gread Steiner. He continued, "It took more than 16 hours just to fix that crushed backbone safely. Lucky for you I was on shift, or you would be dead for sure. One more thing: you won't be able to move for a few hours until your body recognizes your new spine as its own."Guta, speechless and confused, replied, "You really talk a lot."Gread, checking his readings, said, "After all, I’m surprised that prideful machine accepted a host after killing more than a hundred test patients." He took his leave, telling Guta to ask the fuzzy-haired guy for details.

Guta was confused and didn't understand anything that had happened. He somehow managed to stand but felt himself about to fall. A muscular man, unknown to Guta, caught him and helped him sit down. As Guta sat, he was surprised to see legs instead of a head against the wall in front of him, but he soon recognized Mihak. Mihak stood up and began pacing back and forth.

"Why don't you say something?" Guta asked the restless Mihak.

"I am broke... and homeless," Mihak replied. "Then you can come to my place,"

 Guta offered "Sorry," 

Mihak said just as Guta was about to ask why. "You are also homeless now... I sold your house." 

30 Hours Earlier, As the emergency amboit sped from the 31st public site and halted in front of Fran Hospital, a maelstrom of chaos unfolded. Waves of injured patients, some critically wounded and others with minor injuries, flooded the hospital. Amidst the chaos, Guta, who had nearly crossed the river Styx, was being wheeled into the emergency ward, covered in blood and almost unrecognizable as human. Coincident or not, the doctor on duty was Dr. Gread, who quickly recognized Guta at a glance. Taking one of the attendants aside, he informed them that Guta couldn't be saved unless they take a chance and provide 3 billion grains to replace his crushed spine with the failed product. Dr. Gread recommended finding a source of funding equivalent to either a wide expanse of land or a tenth of a terawatt of energy. This suggestion ignited a spark of hope in Mihak.

 He bolted outside to a land dealer, his mind racing with the value of property in the capital. The urgency of the situation spurred him on as he envisioned the grand estates and bustling markets of the capital. He rushed into the dealer's office, presenting his military trophy as a guarantee of his status which he obviously did not have. The dealer, recognizing the authority of the Royal One, expedited the sale, and within hours, Mihak had the necessary funds.Yet, despite the quick transaction, he was still short a few million grains. Desperation drove him to try selling the medallion—a symbol of honor and pride.

 He walked into the first shop, hoping for a reasonable offer. The shopkeeper eyed him with disdain. "We don't deal with beggars peddling fakes," he sneered, waving Mihak away as if he were an insect. At the next shop, the response was no kinder. "That piece of junk isn't worth my time," the merchant barked, slamming the door in his face. Each rejection felt like a hammer blow, the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. With no other choice, he sold his only house and emptied his mining deposits, his heart sinking with every step. Reluctantly, he approached the billing machine, hesitating to handover the remaining to the billing machine until it snatches it to cover the costs.

 ‘So now what do we do all I have left are these 8000 grains’ said fuzzy head while biting his nails but guta still did not understand why there were so many other visitors for him and who is the women beside him who keeps gobbling such a big bento box in a hospital. 

Momo jumps on stage and starts to introduce everyone and took him back 30 and half hour After the rock fall on guta there were more rock falling, but people were busy looking for something valuable and ‘you better take that man before the dies’ said the lady captain vel She came close near him and hold that large stone while gritting her teeth everyone was amused as she lifts it and throw it few meters away. suddenly, an unknown military regimen enters the area, but they were carrying different aura than those of ordinary once all men inside this regimen have eyes that sees cruelty daily. It was clear that it was one of the personal Regime of one of the 7 high order after seeing the person in front walking casually while licking jaggery and carrying a large no of medallion he came close to entrance and just softly claps, and a silence is formed as if there is no human present there

 he then said ‘what are the rules of USR that must not be broken                                                         1- Use of heavy vibration tools are prohibited and is considered as a taboo for any work and is only allowed in case of saving the lives of citizen                                                                                   2- Use of explosives is prohibited in all 23 sectors under US (union of sector) any sector using or promoting these will be considered as enemy and will be annihilate                                             3-the source of energy that each sector use must be protected as the first priority by every citizen in case of happening                                                                                                                          4-the number of trees must be increased each year by 2 percent to that of previous year until reaching a sustainable level…………...’

He then approached Mihak and asked him while deadly staring at him ‘Are you the one who caused this havoc’ to which Mihak replied while looking in his eyes and sweating a bit ‘Yes sir’                                                                                                                                                                        'Did you use any kind of explosive or vibrational tools’ asked Mr. owl ask who is known to have the eyes of visionary ‘No sir it was purely an incident’ he said while showing his registered tools. The atmosphere came back to normal and Mr. owl start smiling and said, ‘you are quite a persistent one you might live longer than anyone I have ever seen’ and continue the investigation 'Please could you take that man to the hospital quickly or I might die from that women’s killing stare’ said the officer while smiling the whole regimen start staring at her and taking out their blades seeing it the gya crew also did not stay silent and pop from back while carrying the tools. The higher order just raised his hand, and they fall back and the owl already have called the hospital 20 min prior and there was no delay, and patients were taken to the hospital ‘that whale we have to be varied of her she is strong’ said Mr owl while opening an eye. ‘

How was my story telling’ ‘I think I need to work on narrative, right?’ Momo said excitingly as he was muttering to himself. ‘Thanks, I owe you 2’ said Guta with serious face of returning those 2 favors. Soon after lying on bed for some hours Guta was least able to stand up and then after emptying their pockets out, they stand in front of the gate with no place to go. ‘Why don’t you guys go to your home now’ Guta asked while thanking them for everything To which veL replied ‘didn’t fuzzy boy told you that his strike makes the crack, and that crack go all the the roof and our Crew land (name of the residential) which was just on the corner of the roof slide down and we are homeless too’ while eating something. 

’Wasn't that the reason why a higher up even came’ Momo said in hope of getting praise Now not just 2 but a whole group stand in front of hospital with no place to go. Echoes of laughter and heated arguments drifted through the narrow alleys, adding to the urban symphony. Massive trucks emblazoned with radioactive warning signs thundered down the streets, stark reminders of the city's industrial might. In the midst of this neon glow and unending motion, the group's stillness stood out, a silent testament to their grief in a world that never stopped.

[^2] currently there are 23 sectors publicly known and each uses i2r waves to communicate to one another other. there are 48 hours in each day.