After the Crash. Before the Awakening.

Figures.

I'm glad I found out now instead of ten years into running away and being constantly caught.

Those bastards. Those corporate bastard parents of mine. They tagged me with a RFID chip. Had to dig it out of my thigh this morning.
Aris should have a fun time explaining why he'll only be bringing a blood-covered chip back to Mom and Dad. I hope they don't... like kill him or anything. It's not his fault he got stuck with me.

Christ, it hurts still.
Had good old Doc Stitch patch me up for a couple Nuyen. You know, for a street Doctor, he's pretty good with a needle and thread. I'm so lost on the complexities of bioware... or, you know, the human body. I'm not even completely at home in my own yet.

I'm totally done with school now. Rigged the computer lab full of viruses before I left. I'd like to see the teacher fix that -- he was all this and that and no intelligence. School was lame anyway. I'm learning more about myself and the 'Trix on the street than I ever would have in that place.

Speaking of the 'Trix. I'm not sure what's going on with me. Or it. Earlier on I was following my fairly normal (recently at least) routine of checking the 'feeds for info at my current fave coffee shop linuxcaffe and people kept staring me down and moving away. I didn't even know what was up until I got out of there and realized that I didn't have a commlink on.

I'm like, totally confused.