Realization

The medication was starting to swirl around Marcus's head , he quietly whispered to himself, "No more demons." as his eye's got heavy. It became harder and harder to stay awake.
Mr. Lee strive'd just for a little longer as he had fallen upon a most interesting read. It was an old patent book from 500 years ago about a young man and his work in quantum force antennas. he describes 'a chemical compound that acts like a fractal antenna, in a sense pretend to be a magnetic coil for different quantum forces. Allowing for a new branch of physics to be started, his career looks to be bright-blah blah blah-

Though Marcus could read he couldn't do the math of the era, though he did find it funny that English letters were thrown into an odd heap and some how that made sense to his ancestors.

blah blah blah-he also is dabbling around with hard light.'

"Hard light!?!" Marcus sputtered, his beans spilling onto the side of his cheek. Hastily flipping threw the pages, he found it he really found it! the stupid "enlightened" army's prototypes. It was a miracle.

Stumbling to his feet Marcus, grabbed for as many documents in that section as he could and stowed it away in his satchel. "We can kill the Empire!" he yelled as a rainbow began to blur his vision. "Oh crap not good." evidently if one try's to stay awake after taking sleeping pills bad things happen.

Only two things went threw his mind as reality seemed to make perfect sense, one that he had to save the documents no matter the cost, and two that Plato the sock puppet was his friend.