Samuel Walker is bored. He’s sitting on top of a bit of rubble, the remains of what some people would call a building. His chin is on his fist, reminiscent of a famous statue which hasn’t been made yet.

  Just a few days prior, he had what he thought was a job, when in reality it was just a lie. Until just a few days ago, he thought he lived in a real city, but it was just a lie.

  He’s slightly annoyed.

  He finds the people who’d been lying to him for years, and he barely gets to take his anger out on them. They’re immediately disposed of by some other person. It’s ridiculous.

  He’s a fast guy. He’s really fast. He’s got the idea of acceleration backing him, of course he’s fast. Everyone else is slow. The big problem is that now he thinks too fast.

  He's thinking too much about absolutely nothing of importance. He starts thinking about that book he was supposed to read as a student. That book he never read because he got run over by a truck.

  He starts thinking of the truck. He's confused about how he got from the second capital to the cell. His area of the second capital wasn't very wealthy, they couldn't even afford desks in the schools, there's no way they could've afforded to send him to another district for treatment.

  Especially not several years ago, when travel between districts had to be restricted. There was just no way for it to work. There's simply no way he would be able to be where he is. If only he could remember.

  Though, he can't. He was in a coma. His father survived completely unharmed, somehow. That's unrelated. He could call his father right now, couldn't he?

  He runs over to his apartment, the only real building in the Nevergreen Cell. The first room from the door is the living room. It's very well furnished. There's a couch, it's green. There's a side table with a lamp. It emits a cooling green glow. The coffee table has green glass in it. The walls are green. The floor is green, there's a green rug. The pillows on the couch are green. There's no red anywhere.

  He begins to bleed from his leg. This is normal for him, for some reason. He simply ignores it. He walks into the kitchen. The phone is here. He could simply walk over to it, but he looks around. The countertop is made of some green stone. There is no stove or oven. The fridge is green. The table and chairs are green. The cabinets are green. His knives are green, and so is the rest of his silverware.

  He has no clue why. Nothing makes any sense. He's never noticed, but everything's green. He drags one of his green chairs over to the green telephone, which sits next to the green window, where the light shines through, it's green.

  It's a shame. The ‘Lie’ doesn't like being discovered. It'll create a web of smaller ‘Lies’ just to keep itself hidden.

  Alexander Dars, whose hair resembles flowers, is spinning around in a chair. He's in a boring business meeting. Ever since Ricky left, the remaining managers of the Orange have had to pick up the work he used to do.

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  This includes paperwork, business deals, disposal of competition, and of course, meetings. It's a really boring meeting. It's with another country, one that operates solely within the second capital.

  Normally, no company would bother trying to deal with the corporation that hosts the first angel, but he's missing at the moment.

  As such, Alexander sets up some pranks to make the meeting more fun. At the start of the meeting, when the last member of the other company walked in, he secretly set a tripwire, causing them to fall. He laughed obnoxiously loudly at this. It was quite obvious it was him.

  Later, a bunch of balloons started to float through the floor. Nobody else was sure how that worked out. Though, being a member of The Orange, Alexander Dars managed to pull it off. It was hilarious. Even some of the members of the company laughed. There were spikes on the roof so the balloons would pop. Though, some lingered. He didn’t account for balloons landing between the spikes. Oh well.

  Third, during some presentation with some graphs or whatever, a marching band of thirty-five clowns playing invisible instruments barged into the meeting room, playing a song everyone knows. They were incredibly coordinated, flowing in and out of the room in the shape of a fish.

  Finally, just around the present time, Alexander says a few words.

  “This is incredibly boring.”

  This activates a wrecking ball which demolishes the side of the building with the whiteboard. Of course, there are most certainly people there who would most certainly die. Fortunately, it is Alexander Dars who was at the meeting.

  Alexander Dars is, incredibly conveniently, entirely incapable of causing the death of another person.

  If he were to stab someone, the knife would move through them. If he were to shoot someone, the bullet would move through them. If he were to injure someone such that they would die, he’d just move through them. If he were to blow someone up, they’d somehow survive.

  About 170 thousand years prior, Alexander Dars was, for some reason, trying to disarm a bomb. He’s stupid and doesn’t know how. Normally, he’d have Rich deal with this for him. Sadly, that lousy man is preoccupied with a bit of a challenge.

  The moron, Alexander, challenged him to defeat the giant tentacle-eye-hand-leg-torso-head-arm monster without using any weapons or abilities. Alexander’s trying to revisit some of his university memories. This of course includes doing incredibly stupid nonsense while the strange man tries to ensure he doesn’t die.

  Of course, he wouldn’t die. Alexander Dars is incredibly averse to dying.

  The orange fellow is, of course, dealing with the nonsense monster reasonably easily. It’s what you’d expect from someone who’s lived so unreasonably long. Though, it’s difficult to keep the thing dead. At the same time, a certain moron is completely failing to disarm a bomb. He ends up detonating it, vaporizing the entire building.

  He falls several stories, breaking all of his bones. He’s fine, though. Notably, all of the scared citizens in the building were perfectly unharmed from both the fall and the detonation of the building.

  It’s unclear how that even worked out.

  After oddly recalling that story for some absolutely unknowable reason, Alexander quickly leaves the meeting. He demolishes the rest of the building.

  “I didn’t really like that. It wasn’t as fun as they make it seem.”

  He’s not a fan of breaking things for no reason.