Chapter 343: Language

The words on the forms were strange, and it had taken Jasper less than half a line of initial reading to understand why.

They had all been written in his mother tongue.

They had been written up in the official, government recognised language of Gryaz which looked so much more like the Greek letters in Lila’s history books, than the anglicised ones on the road signs outside.

He had read them all by instinct, understanding them and going on as usual.

Picking up the form that he had just signed, he recognised the language there as English. Jasper sighed and put it down once more, rubbing at his temples and hobbling to the sink to drink some water.

He was so tired.

He was so tired of the voices and words that were whispered to him in his mind and were left hanging in his brain for his mouth to say, the effects of the translator that had been fitted into him with the tracking chip still lingering in his psyche.

Wondering when the eff