Nighttime in the city. Man, what a mess. Twitchers everywhere. NAS is getting worse. You can tell by the way people walk. Everyone keeps more space around them in case someone starts to freak out. It's bad, man.
What's that? Never heard of NAS? That's crazy, man. Everyone knows someone with NAS these days. Nerve Attenuation Syndrome. All the electronics everywhere, man, it fucks with you. Gets under your skin and you flip the fuck out. Like epilepsy, except nobody with epilepsy ever died from it. It's slow, and painful. Like AIDS. Or cancer. Or AIDS and cancer. With diarrhea. It's bad.
So, where was I? Oh, right. Nighttime. It's bad out here in the city. No stars, no wind except for the stinking steam blowing up from the sewers, or the rush of air as a superbus speeds right by you at a million miles an hour. Fuckers. Public transportation is the worst.
I'm sitting in one right now, next to a woman who looks like she's about ten seconds away from shitting herself or stabbing me. Actually, she probably shit herself ten minutes ago. Sure as fuck smells like it. Either way, I do not want to be here. Remember that thing about more personal space? I wish I had more of it right now.
Jesus, man. I'm freaking the fuck out. I've got so much shit in my head right now and I feel like my brain's being put through a vise. KEEP IT COOl. DO nOT LeT THEM On. JuST BReaTHE.
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Man. That was close. God, why did I do this? Why did I let them put 200 fucking gigs in my head? I don't even know what the fuck they put in my head, but I gotta get it out, FAST. I wish my fucking hovercar hadn't broken down ten minutes before I met with my clients.
Oh, right. Maybe that didn't make sense, but I don't got time to explain right now. Short story? I'm an info courier. I keep information. IN MY BRAIN. And now I've got more shit in there than I can handle and I swear to GOD IF THIS FUCKING WHORE FLIPS OUT I WILL LITERALLY RAPE EVERYONE HERE AND ALSO RAPE THEIR MOTHER UNTIL THEY'RE ALL DEAD.
Jesus, ok. I think I'm better. So, like I said. My hypercar broke down right before I met with some crazy Japanese assholes. I barely made it to the hotel in time, and I told them I could take half a terabyte. Ha! Worst fucking mistake of my life. If I'd had my car I'd fucking be at T-Bone's already with some fucking fish getting this shit OuF Ot MyHeAD ALReaDY JESUsS HIt ChrAIST It'ST HE fucKINgGggGg ShshAaASTfFFfShit.
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