Last Mole Day. Na-6 felt like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks.

Beryllium explained. “The doctor said if we can’t get him a real neutron for prosthesis, he will become chemically unstable and die within a few months. You know Chlorine will never see another Mole Day, because we can’t afford to have his neutron replaced.”

This all swarmed Na-6‘s head. Last Mole Day, living off donations, poor, poor Chlorine. He slammed his eyes shut, as tight as possible, to hide from the tragedy playing out in front of him.

A jovial voice came from inside. Chlorine’s. “Why are we all crying? It’s Mole Day! Be glad and rejoice!” This sprung a fresh stream of tears from the family.

Na-6 cried out. “Argon! I’ve seen enough! Take me from here, let me go home! Please, I beg you, I’ve seen enough!” Continue reading →