Hungry. Stomach sticking to the back of his spine hungry. He felt the if I don’t get food in my system soon I’m going to collapse kind of hungry.
The car emptied. Several seats were available.
He approached a seat. Removed his backpack. Pulled back at the last second. Remained standing.
He wanted the seat. In some ways he felt he needed a seat. Deserved a seat. But sitting down would be a terrible idea. He’d fall asleep the moment his ass hit the cushion. He’d slip into a coma the instant his head tilted back or his temple hit the window. He’d Oversleep. Miss his stop. Be forced to wait another twelve minutes for a train. Bad idea to sit.
“Super serum or Cybernetic suit?” He asked himself in a whisper.
Super serum, he thought. Cyber suits would be too much to lug around on his commute. And he imagined a man with super serum couldn’t/wouldn’t suffer from extreme tiredness and hunger. And a super serum recipient could hold their pee much longer than the average man. Super serum it is, he thought.
He took a seat. Rested his head against the window.