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Interview # 5654643453: Amit
>Amit< Hell this is stupid! I hate these. Look Chuck, what's the point?
>Amit< Sure. Don't think they'll find me too inspiring. Any case, you want to know a bit about me first of all. Not much to tell. I've got a mom, a dad...well at least I had 'em. Don't quite got 'em anymore, know what I mean. Thinkn' 'bout it, I probably do still have a dad, but who knows what perverted junk the damn hunters have done to him? They were legends 'round here, so I've heard. Wolverine and Storm. I know 'em better as Logan and Ororo, or as they called each other, Lo' and Ro'. They never did marry, ya know. They're not the type. Lived together and loved each other sans the wedding band. No need for dumb ass formalities. Mom told me to come here if anything happened, and I did. Plain and simple.
I think mom always knew that she wouldn't see me through it all. She hoped she would, don' get me wrong. She's just too realistic to actually believe it. I think that's why I could move on so quickly: none of us deluded ourselves into thinking we'd live a perfect happy family life. Ya prob'ly think I'm insensitive talking about them so mattafactly, but hell, who are ya ta critisize. At least I'm not trying to starve myself over it like Sabine.
>Amit< Yeah, she's always been one hell of a stubborn chick. Anyway, so ya want to know how I got rid of my chip. Well it was pretty simple. My power, you see, is that I can take electricity from things and use it at my own will, and considering how much is electric powered these days it wasn't that hard to find enough 'lectricity to disable the damn thing. Wish I could say I did something brave and macho, like dad would've, but I didn't. I survived how it fit me best, and that was to disable. 'sides, I don't think the blood scent on me would have done very well when the hunters sent their damn hounds afta me...is this too much for the little tykes?
>Amit< Yeah, made the mistake of getting too close and the bastards recognized me and I had to avoid their little bitchn' hounds for a few days. Not too bad. They bled a hell of a lot more than I ever did. Sometimes, when they got too close, I had to bash their heads, rough 'em up a little. Mom always said fighting wasn't the answer. Dad disagreed. Kinda funny really. Mom an' dad. Day and night. Pretty funny. Fuck! Why am I even doing this? Who's reading the transcript or listening to these interviews anyway?
>Amit< Someday I'm gonna find out what ya really do with these damn things. So now you wanna know about my feelings of being the oldest known male mutant out of captivity. Eighteen ain't that old ya know. Wait...Chuck wouldn't ya be the oldest.
>Amit< 'Kay, so the memories, powers, and personality in a computer don't count. Well, damn, I don't know what I think about it. I'm alive. I live each day. Nothing to say about it. Now turn that damn recorder off before I disable it! I'm sick of this shit!
