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John pours one cup after another, amber liquid sloshing into a glass, the ice crackling as the warm alcohol washes over it. The incessant buzzing in his mind has finally, mercifully begun to numb. Thoughts chasing each other around in his head grew sluggish, falling into an impenetrable slumber where they would remain untouched until the harsh light of day woke them. The apartment is empty, the silence louder than any noise that could replace it. He is alone. Like always. Completely and helplessly alone. Another glass, another drop – the last drop – but it isn’t enough. He stares at the empty bottle, suppressed anger bubbling below the surface. The chair topples over as he stands up, hurling the glass at the wall, broken pieces scattering in every direction. He smashes his cup on the ground and overturns the table, its other contents spilling on the floor with an unsatisfying thud. He thought he could trust his new partner, eventually opened up and welcomed him into his screwed up world. He put his faith in the hands of a single man – of a single synthetic and expected him to cherish it. He accepted it with open arms, only to drop it and watch it shatter. John shouts wordlessly as he picks up another glass, hurling it against the wall.