I flew for fifteen minutes before I realized flight was killing me.
Not the act itself. The energy expenditure. Every second of gravitational manipulation burned through cellular structure faster than my body could regenerate. Skin cracking. Blood vessels rupturing. Neural pathways dissolving as quantum manipulation consumed biological substrate.
I was literally burning alive from inside. Trading flight for tissue destruction. Trading freedom for accelerated death.
I crashed in forest thirty miles from the cliff. Hit ground hard enough to crater earth. Bones shattered on impact. Organs ruptured. Body broken in ways that should have killed instantly.
But I didn't die. The transformation wouldn't let me. Generation One protocols forced regeneration. Forced bones to fuse wrong. Forced org
