back, with some numbness

This is interesting. I'm feeling a bit numb now, not sure what I'm doing. I was caught with the cell phone, though I kept the little memory card out so the Child Welfare officers didn't know what I was doing with it. I was kept under observation, for how long I don't really know, and while they didn't give me any shots or pills, I felt like I was stuffed in the head with cotton the whole time. It's wearing off a bit now, but I won't be riding my bike until I'm sure I can keep it out of the ditch. I don't know if I had anything to do with it, but shortly after I was released back to my dorm, the press crew from Works Progress rolled up in two trucks to gather anyone who didn't have a valid job card. If I'd been inside, they'd probably have me on a road crew right now. That's where you go when you piss the jackboots off too many times. I ran to where I hid my bike, and rolled it along the side of the road as if I had a place to go... though I didn't. There wasn't much traffic on the old two-lane airport road, just the occasional patrol and weather-service truck. Eventually, I found myself at the old airport. It's only used for courier flights between the fenced Cities, and the bigger airport on the other side of the river takes everything else. The North Little Rock airport is now mostly a reclamation facility, and the only planes to land here, other than the courier, end up as part of the stacks of parts arranged between and along the old runways. I snuck into a few hangars, and found a few that hadn't been ransacked yet. It's hard to believe, but people used to fly these things for fun! I'm writing this on a little tablet computer I found in an airplane, plugged into a solar panel that fits under the windshield, still fully charged. I found some water and canned food in here, as well as a couch, but the power to the hangar has probably been out for a long time, as I can't even recognize what that stuff in the little fridge used to be. Between my light head and where I'm hiding, the world doesn't seem too real right now. There is a little activity on the airfield, especially when the dirty white courier plane lands, but otherwise there seem to be only three people on the field at any given time, old Mike the foreman, and two boys assigned to work the yard. I'm sure they must know about this hangar, so I haven't really changed anything. One thing I think I can say for sure, though, I don't think I'll be going back to the dorm. I wonder whether all those stories about Outside are true...