Slatyr [0001] Slater the satyr in mourning

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The breeze blew through the old boathouse as she awoke from her formerly medicated slumber; the dwelling providing minimal shelter as the place was littered with keepsakes from her time at the theme park - a mere shadow of what the place was during her youth. Small pieces of her mind were still wrestling against her temptation to further deteriorate her spirits via medicants or means of intoxication. Lately, the woman would build her fondness for suicide...

Stuck in her further splitting personality, she'd try to recall her academics from those two forgotten centuries before her maternity leave from law school; however, her festering habit of self destruction would not so easily lift from her, buried beneath the recent death of her beloved, coupled to the likely death of their only son, the widowed Slater would reason what fortitude she could to turn her shrinking life around through the only choice she'd been left to - a pillaged model of dying technology...