15: Piran
Piran
Piran rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. Staring at code and data for too long, even on lenses, built up pressure, and if he wasn’t careful he’d end up with a stress headache. He’d learnt the hard way—a couple of bad attacks, left him feeling like crap for days. Now, as soon as the tension built, he took a step back.
He stood, pulled a water from his dispenser, drank. Felt the headache retreat. That might’ve been a placebo effect, but if it worked, it worked, right?
He couldn’t dive back into the code, though. Again, experience had taught him to take his time. So he paced, back and forth in his room, from the bed with its adaptor mattress, past the sofa, to the door, and then back.
Not a great room, but he’d had worse. When he’d got his first position, straight
