The Music of the Blood

[ineffabelle]

I'm ill, and time is moving far too slowly for my taste... I can feel the nanites flooding and swarming within me, a home grown insurgency against the invaders. I'm hungry and tired, but also eyes wide open and full of manic, suppressed mental energy.
I have no foreign mercenaries to call into this battle, but I feel proud and confident of my native defenders, they've never let me down before.

I await the presence of other minds to trigger my thoughts and drive me onwards... to keep the airwaves alive while my body takes care of itself...