Michael had maladies galore: soreness in his eyes, fuzzy tongue, and a heighten sense of smell (which had no benefits when living next to a landfill), among other things.
Written about in textbooks and examined under microscopes, Michael hated the misplaced adoration from others- like he was something to study and while a great deal had been learned from his maladies, Michael was unhappy.
So, against his doctors' wishes and their protests, he set sail for shores unknown - dying with the sunset on his back as the maladies finally caught up with him - realizing that "living" and living were two different things.
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Helix: No, like, I’m totally serious.
Rion: But why would anyone do that?
Helix: Because it was the only way people could record their deepest secrets -
Rion: So it’s, what? A...
They were boys just a few years older than us.
Out of high school, still in college - still prone to doing stupid things -
like leaping over the fire pit.
The fire wasn't as fierce...