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My brother is an idiot. I hate him. I hate his stupid face, his stupid laugh, his goofy grin and dumb jokes. I hate that all I have left is a box. A box with the words 'Zack's shit' scribbled on the side. I hate him. The idiot.

Why couldn't it have been me instead?

It took three months for me to even think about the box again. Another four to drag it out of the closet where I tossed it without mercy. It collected dust in the corner of my bedroom, then crept its way into my living room. It stayed there until I finally became numb enough not to give a damn, but curious enough to see what my brother left me.

Shit.

Nothing but shit.

Still, I pulled the outdated STASIS gear from the box and smiled. Putting the large visor over my head, I adjusted the size to fit me better. Once I pressed the power button, an image flashed on the screen.

 [|  ] Low Battery

"Ah, hell." I tapped the menu button, and linked it to my home station. Power was fed to the set wirelessly. When that was fixed, another box popped up.

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