Chapter 3: An idle mind is the devil’s workshop
Finding himself for the first time alone without a mission or schedule to adhere to, 42 couldn’t make a head or tail of what to make of this situation.
What is the task? How will he get it? When will he get it?
All he knew till now was attending to the schedule prepared for him by the facility when at the facility and doing whatever he could do to advance his task when out on missions.
Devoid of both he started getting an itch to find a sharp object. It was like an instinct he didn’t understand. His handy pocket knife wasn’t with him.
He scoured the place looking for anything that would help him somehow. Going through the utensils he finally found a crudely crafted multi-purpose knife.
’Alright what now. Is the target going to come through that door? Should I inspect the surrounding area after all’
Trying to find himself anything to keep himself busy with he started practicing some knife moves.
His observation was right. His body was far far too weak. He didn’t know how old he was, but looking at his wrist it seemed no more than 6-7 years old.
What task could possibly be done with this. It would take years to gain back sufficient strength and conditioning.
He sighed deeply and kept practicing just the forms for now.
He couldn’t keep up with it for more than a few minutes however as his stomach started aching from hunger.