Human Again: A Dystopian Sci-Fi Novel (Cryonemesis Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

and closed the lid. I felt my eyes go heavier and heavier. The burden of knowing too much wasn’t as heavy as my tired body.
    I entered the simulation and had to relax. I wanted a beer. I immediately had a perfect pint of amber beer in my hand, which I didn’t even have to specify. Cold and refreshing. I thought about the simulation shooting bug juice or recycled pee in my mouth. I resisted the urge to vomit and got used to blocking the idea. After I chugged the beer, I wondered where to put the glass, but it just disappeared. Then I wanted to get some air. I looked at my feet and saw them rise above the ground inch by inch. I was hovering slowly, just like I did with Isaac. Now I was the one controlling it. I looked to my left and hovered left. I looked to my right and hovered even faster. I looked up and launched myself 10 feet in the air. It was so cool. I could actually feel the wind in my face. Then I took off again. I flew up as fast as I could through the clouds, diving into and circling them, creating new shapes with every pass. I wanted to scream out of joy. What if somebody was listening or monitoring my brain? I screamed anyway. I felt such a relief. I didn't care if I died or not. I could fly. I could shoot a rainbow out of my belly and ride on a flying unicorn if I wanted. Shit. It actually happened. I forgot that it wasn't just a metaphor in my head. I found myself riding unicorn with a rainbow coming out of me. I stopped that idea immediately because I didn't want someone to see it.
    I wanted to go on the ground somewhere. It's easier to control the situation with a sense of gravity. I looked down and saw how the sea was far away. So I thought What if I imagine myself there without flying’. After a beat, I was there. It was like turning your head sideways really fast. Your eyes follow slightly slower and suddenly you find yourself standing on a beach. The weather changed a bit; it felt warmer. The waves crashed on the shore. Seagulls flew over my head. I could see some people from afar but they felt like part of the setting. So I sat down on the beach and imagined myself in a bathing suit. There I was, watching the waves on my own private beach. It was so peaceful, but I had one thing missing so I changed the color of the sun to be redder, like the sunset. I took a deep breath. Waves are the kind of things you could look at for hours. Just hearing the soothing sounds of them recede after they lost their energy is meditative.
    Fire-gazing is the same. I used to love having campfires outside with my friends. What happened to my friends?  I started to remember my last day before dying. I was on a beach like this one, with my two friends. We were sitting on a blanket drinking cheap beer and venting about the army until the beach tennis ball hit me. Beach tennis is a common Israeli activity and a very boring one if you ask me. Instead of trying to score point against each other, you're supposed to bounce the ball to each other and keep it from dropping. Pointless. I turned in its direction and saw a beautiful blond girl running towards me with a smile.
    “Sorry, did I hit you hard?” She was tanned and sweating. She had colorful Indian beads tied to her hair.
    “No, I'm ok.”
    I threw the ball to her and she bounced it with the racket and turned away.
    “Idiot, you should've asked for her number in return for the ball.”
    I turned toward my friend Noam, who was looking at me disappointed.
    “She should have given you her number in return for YOUR balls,” said Dan.
    Noam and Dan were my best high school friends. I knew them for four years, after I had moved to the new school. Now we barely saw one another because we each had different weekends off from the army. Sometimes you stayed for two or three weeks straight and your parents came to visit. Sometimes they were not allowed. Sometimes you were there a whole month until another unit came to replace you.
    “Screw it,” I said. “I don't have time for