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2788 A.D./P.E.D… Two years later, Templer II, Atlantis Galaxy… Dreams. Plans. Life. Fresh air. That was what he noticed first. Then the trembling, as his aged and atrophied body, devoid of enhanced power for seven years, seemed no longer able to conduct the current. A few deep breaths brought on a racking cough as lungs clogged with years of stale air and the odors of bodily waste, sickness, and death had settled in and hardened the organs.
As part of the reintroduction to society after incarceration, all released criminals were given a change of clothes, a night’s stay in a local building of rented rooms, and enough street credits for a couple of meals. Kendal decided to save the room for later, and to spend the credits now discovering what was current in the Alliance. Trailing his h
