Time: 14:22pm
Date: June 8th, 2054.
Location: New Columbus, Ohio – United States of America LLC.
It’s 90 degrees, and the air is thick, humid for this time of year. Which makes it hard for me to keep this pace up… can’t catch my breath. This chase has already killed my Stride, trying to ditch these Regulators.. private citizens who have been deputized by P.L.E.D.G.E. Ya, I know, another lame attempt at hip-relevancy through another bull-shit corporate anagram. The “People’s Law Enforcement & Detainment Group Enterprise,” is an incorporated group of vigilantes that the City’s Governance Grid contracted after I made the Most Wanted Channel. I guess by crowd-sourcing these wanna-be action heroes, “The Grid” predicts a smaller body count and my rapid apprehension. Sorry, I have a different opinion.
I thought I lost those goons at the last NCOTA station, my mistake, that’s where the Grid recruited a dozen or so more of the crowd. I’m such a ‘tard, that many eyes, I should have know I’d get scanned. I just thought maybe my bio signature would get lost in the crowd waiting for the next railcar… but damn my “naturals.” If I’d have sprung for some “chest augments” I’d have been able to moderate my temp and breathing, instead of pouring sweat and panting… obvious to anyone that I’m on the run. Now I’ve got a pitchfork-mob on my trail for Fuck’en-stein’s sake! I can’t camo’ in with these citizens, gotta bolt…. gotta bolt NOW.
“But my throat’s on fire… as I try to catch my breath, I can feel their lenses on me. Reff’ing my social net data, too many assuming I’m another addict running my ass off from a DMT hallucination. Unfortunatley, they’ve got it half-right… I AM a DMT junkie… but this time, it’s not the usual glow worms or sonic sirens projected from my subconscious… this time, there are real hunters out here… and they’re on my trail!”
“C’mon Stanlee, get moving. Put those Nike’s to work!” ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
