After a few hours he was put to sleep again for an operation on its vocal cords.


    <<How are you?>> the male nurse asked


    <<Fine, I can speak normally. What is your name by the way?> said Pxan


    <<My name is Sully 224, I been working here for a few years as a nurse.>>


    Pxan looked at him, its hair was blonde and, despite the quite strong constitution, appeared quite fragile, its hand was touching its other elbow. It seemed like he wanted to say something.


    <<My name is Pxan 774 but I guess that you already know this. There is something that you wish to ask me?>>


    Sully face brightened <<Y-yes. While you were here in the hospital we found another identity card, older than the official one. The data on that document is nearly the same as your official one>>


    Pxan hearing that nearly had an heartattack.


    <<What happened? There was an error in the system?>> continued Sully


    Pxan tried to smile, forgetting that its face was covered in bandages. He had a standard  phrase if someone found out about this <<I took advantage of a legal caveat to get a few more credits and erase a few ugly info about my past. It''s was done in perfect legality with the consense of a judge.>>


    <<No, I don''t mean this, I also did something similar so I know how it works. In the older document your... birth place is different, why?>>


    Silence dawned in the room


    Sully face darkened as he realized what happened.


    <<It’s fine>> said Pxan <<I remember very little. One of the perks of being such a small child is that I hadn’t much of a handicap when I came here.>>


    Sully looked at him with suspicion <<I have heard that refugees were discriminated against.>>


    Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.<<I was an exception.>>


    <<I am sorry, I didn''t-.>>


    <<I know.>> Pxan had lied, he didn’t want to make people sad over problems they couldn’t resolve or long-gone events. Some wounds never healed and even after twenty years and several therapies sometimes he felt again a child. Alone and lost in a world of people whom he couldn’t trust.


    ...


    After some days and operations, the chief surgeon spoke to him


    <<I know that you are a policeman>> said the chief surgeon <<and that you may need to use your arms for something other than caressing your mom, but you need to understand this: those prosthetics are light and fragile. They are designed for everyday use, not for brawls or battlefields. This core is designed for light exercise and walking, maybe running, not breaking a skull with your bare hands. Keep physical activity at the minimum for a few weeks. We already spoke with your chief about this.>>


    <<You already spoke with my chief? How?>> Pxan said surprised


    <<Someone in the high planes wants you really good or something. I saw something like this only four times in my thirty years of service.>>


    <<What happened?>>


    <<The exact thing that happened to you. People reduced to decaying meat saved by an enormous donation by someone in the council. One of them was even in a worse state than you.>>


    <<How?>>


    <<Don''t know. I can''t give the details about patients but I think that guy got burned by the core>> he pause and added <<I think that he touched the core with his bare hands. Never saw burnings like those...where we were? A yes your situation.


    <<You should come here every week after rehabilitation to check if everything is fine. Before that, you will pass a long period of rehabilitation beginning from now. Have you try to move your fingers?>>


    "How hard can it be? I am a policeman." Pxan thought while his fingers didn''t moved.


    It took him a full week before he could move a single finger.