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Living the street life is always difficult when it feels like the cards are stacked against you. It's like when you try to live a swear to god honest life your stepping backwards into society. While at the same time, those making money are up there enjoying every last bit of our hard earned labor only to be stepped on.
Working double shift is bull shit, barely making it while me mums boyfriend goes off and drinks himself to death. Piss bucket don't even have the galls to provide. Thankfully I still have money left over from the last heist, but it's not going to be long before I run out of it. I was able to talk to me mate, Alexi, living across the seas in the Americas. Hates it there, thought he would. It ain't the same with him here, making events far harder for me to work on my own. Almost got caught once, if they throw me behind jail than no ones going to take care of my family. Estarías orgulloso de mi padre -You would be proud of me Dad.
It's not long ago I still think about our old home in Cuba. How you would work all day, living an honest life to try and provide for me and madre. Living an honest life in a world full of liars is difficult but it never broke your spirit. It was never fair or did it care about how you worked yourself to death. I just thought when people would say that, it would mean that you would live your long life and one day sleep from all your hard work. No, it was because you worked so much that you put yourself in the line of fire for others to look over. People in our town didn't care about honesty or living a good life. They knew nothing of it, they showed no care or mercy when they shot you. They had no reason except for the fact that you were there at the wrong time. I had to provide for Madre, but her heart was broken from the lost of you. She grew ill and we could not afford the doctor. No one would help, the medicine they said that she needed cost so much. If I were there at the time of your shooting, I would of jumped in the line for you. I would try to protect you, you know I would be able to handle it. You hid me from everyone, because you said they would take me. They would use what I was born with to make things even worse for the people that lived in their world. You were wrong there mi Padre, they would not control me. I heard about a trade post that wasn't too far from our home, they would have a package of medicine and drugs that they would sell off to the highest bidders. They keep us poor on purpose, even when you do try to work hard. I paid off the guy who told me the information with the little that I had, it was a lot to gamble but Madre was worth it. They shot me. Again. And Again. But every time they fired, I felt the piecing bullets somehow melt into my flesh. Almost, absorbing it. The more they did it, the warmer I got. They made me stronger and I did something you would hate if you were to be alive. I killed them, I killed all of them. The medicine and drugs were mine. I could use what I had to help Madre and the others? Well, people would pay nicely for them and maybe I can get enough to get me and Madre out of Cuba. Trying to figure out what the end game and purpose for the new hacker recruits. Since when did the public even care about digital data? Than again, they were tied to their phones before the satellite outage. The hold that once hypnotized the public had loosen, so is it possible that a good number of them became aware of what is really happening? The war that's being fought through the digital area? The information wars can be far deadly than the missles falling from the sky. At least from the missles, you're aware of the attack. This one however, can bury itself and grow out to infect many others. Are there different ways of dying? Could it be that people put their life and soul into their digital identity that the idea of losing it is unbearable?
I've recently purchased a studio complex in the arts district of downtown Las Vegas. The general area is old, people who are used to the high life would find it intimating. I don't. I may not be large in size but I know I can handle myself if the scenario occurs. I find the people around me interesting. in fact, I looked into the tenants who were already staying in the complex I secretly bought from under them. Sure, they got mail saying a new management has taken over but the most important thing is that it promised that during the transition that no one was going to have a change of contracts. They just needed to continue their payments as usual. But as their friendly secret land lord and local hacker, I decided to check on their profiles. I'll connect the link later. As tribute to the world of Paragon, Complexes and Forums have taken their characters in remembrance of their time on the battle field. Paragon, we will miss you and the world that you had created for all of us to enjoy.
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