no wasted energy

Monday
The lights flicker. They stutter as if they are making a putt putt putting sound, then fade to black silence. I've come to a halt on the Converter, unable to continue, the muscles on the backs of my legs and my arms clench and unclench. The pain fading slightly as activity ends, taking with it the heat, the glow and the swirling images which had fizzed on the screen in front of me until a moment ago. I am left in an inky, silent, freezing room. The reserves are directed only at the internal heating in his chair.

Tuesday
I touch his arm. Check a reading. Adjust a sensor. A tiny Converter attached to his chest powers the LCD screen on his wrist from the movement of his lungs. He watches me, eyes thoughtful. "...not..long..now..." slides across the screen. His eyes move to the ball which has replaced my chair. It allows me to store my constant movement, even when sitting at the console. "...Swiss..Ball..good...Swiss..Roll..bad..." paces itself out along the LCD. I laugh and look at his head, at its constant unnatural angle. "You need to finish it soon" I say, "I can't keep bouncing forever". "...but..your..arse..is..so..beautiful" he replies. I smile small and go back to the Converter. We've been at rest too long and his work too needs done.

Wednesday
Every power sac is full and I've eaten well all week. More than the recommended amounts of fruit and vegetables. Omega 3 (no madness for me). Activity and body weight have to be in balance to ensure power is constant. There is even enough surplus to allow a little film watching, a classic first decade horror. He doesn't watch "...boring..." so I leave him to the radio and a buzzing kind of thoughtfulness.