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One day... I am gonna grow wings... A chemical reaction... Hysterical and useless... hystecial and let down and hanging around... crushed like a bug in the ground.
Prologue
March 27th 2553, Cleveland, Cuyahoga Falls
Ensign James Ackerson Jr. stood solemnly on the dry barren hill.
In front of him lay his father's grave and a memorial to his uncle Ruwan. The memorial stood out in the scorched landscape.
James examined the two wooden posts that stood upright. A rusty saucepan hung on a pece of string hung at the peak of each.
James didn't understand why the two were buried in Cleveland, his family had no relatives born in Cleveland, nor any ties with people living in Cleveland.
A tear left James eye as he turned and walked down the steep hill.
No water fell from the waterfall, no birds sang, only the barren landscape was there to comfort him.