Monsters and Easy Rider

Saturday, 20th December 2071

Dear Lola,

one day to my b-day. It's no happy day ever since years. Not just that noone cares 'bout that special day, all this xmas shit is kinda f-tale for me too since years. Since mom went dreamland and dad got deathworked. But things are crowdjamming anyways these days. Matrixban went out for everyone, couple of people that got caught have been put quarantine in the new clinic. Liz 'n that hispano Auxdoc watch them day'n night, also Whistler is around when he can.

My last b-day was when I got my commlink. Was for school anyway and have sponsored by school cash, not that I had time to use it much for that after things went downhill home. But normally I don't get anything cause birthday an' x-mas is almost same day. Sucks big balls. All people run out of ebby anyway after first present if they have cash at all, so I only get one thing when I'm lucky. And I don't expect no thing anyway, happyfacing I'm not exed yet is best present ever. And Daniel. Whatever Xmas sucks since Santa at The Beaux got cuted 'n cuffed after "touching" the girl in line front of me when I was ten. Santa's a bum 'n a perv ogling girls. I cute him next time I see one myself, now that I'm elder protect Daniel. Guess I get myself a cuter fast I can before xmas! Fuckin' pervs, fryem all.

Without Liz around I feel quite lone, if Daniel wasn't there or Rusty or Claire showing up. Glitzy checked in last eve, lot worried bout what's going on. Lookin' in the clinic, talking with Liz. She was halve going berserk halve crying but couldn't do anything 'bout it, so swallowed that fuck upthrowing emo instead of spitting it. Better like that, guess, for she's becoming kinda alpha girl with being Docs input 'n as wanna my teacher she oughta be tough as nail for no respect no teachin'.

Gilettes and Slicer are released from clinic but they liptight. Dodged askings about Eric. Liz is also liptight 'bout that and Auxdoc is lookin' serious and stressed. I can tell sm'thin' is going on, I wish I had a boomstick with monsterkill shraps behind my door. Hope fuck'n Santa brings monstakill boomsticks fuck and loads of ammo. We'd once had a Pica coming home scratched 'n clawed like that, we cowboyed him fullgang, burned the corps. Pica no salvage monstacorps. We burn'em. But now no Pica nomore and hope me wrong 'bout that. Cause if Eric is going monsta this fuckin' stupid dangerous an' going sideways.

Glitzy did funny thing. Said Maggie has Electroroller now for being mobile, parked at garage of gnome named Monkeywrench. And it's deal for if I'm going to be student like in Hong Kong flick and she's fuckin' sensei me, I have to be moveable 'n have to work for that. So it's investment to future and should think good about that. Cause it's not present, it's also lot responsibility. It's mine but I have to care it works and if I deepthink that through and say yay there's work to do. If say nay it's all up to me. That sensei thing is kinda cool as being total magic is kinda cool, so yay. Take what ya can.

Don't know why she did that. Maybe cause morrow is my b-day and lady gives me present one day front and makes me work for it? Would be lame. Don't makes sense. Or she doesn't know? Whatever will go to garden ornament grease monkey and take look at roller. Hope I can find out what lady has up her sleeves with that roller. It's too good to be true but Maggie thinks yet she's done a good deal. I guess she scammed me somehow but have no idea how. I will keep eyes open to find out. Soon will know.

Lawn gnome was friendly with Maggie showed her new roller. Clearly pinched thing, bit rundown, he said I still have to chop it. Gave me new autopilot computer and had to insert it. Have totally control of tech. Well wasn't easy job but Maggie did right. Then had to oil it up, do some paintwork which I didn't do too well and had to fix tires, lights and maintain the motor. Gnome had to help me a lot cause I totally fragged that but tried to learn. No problem to mem the manual. With monkeys help roller did run at end of day. For a shorty that gnome is okayish, I guess. Don't understand why people around are so nice to me. It's a feeling like they have sold me to an arab behind my back and try to be nice until he gets me for his fuckin' harem or something. Makes me nervous and twitchy.

Whatever. E-Bike works, I took a testdrive but motor failed after a few hundred meters all smoke 'n shit and I had to push it back to garage and start all over again til nightfall. Guess now I know how she scammed me. Some things are even too expensive as presents! Fuck! I'm smeary like that gnome monkey! But now bike works. Guess hopefully fingers crossed and kicked in wooden doors.

Night, night, Lola!

Jackhead trouble

Saturday, 19th December 2071

Dear Lola,

two days to my birthday, Lola. Noone knows but me become fourteen and total aged like grownups all round. Me not had much kidbe anyway this year, so no much change for me and guess times passed for happyface mom has presents. Last present was commlink which is I hold. So no need anything but sawnoff shotgun with badass monsterkill claymore zombiekill ripapart shells that punch headsize holes in walls. But guess while Santa is nothing I believe since Santa was fired by Ares Homeshopping three years ago, cuffed and taken by police cause don't know why, will try to give me own present myself. Maybe going getting smoothies from iceman in Barrens for Daniel and me. We'll see.

Peeps here have fuck'n problems with jackhead ill. Stuff from AR was total black tribaltatt like flowers grow all round tainer of Spash. People got narced after touching them, guess is some BTL bliss fuckdrug. Cause first that got grilled were joygirls in their tainer with their punters. Never seen jackdrugs going AR and doing aggro on peeps, so that's new. Was much ado peeps got corried in new clinic tainers as if we've no else probs then fuckin' everybody dropped. Or something.

Whatever. Docs down, the chink chiphead, Faye 'n her three cyberfloozies, Slash totally fucked up, her boytoy Snake is out too, totally fucked up in middle of street 'n Blaster 'n Kerry blacked out, one of them jockeys too. All now say matrix no and all have to offline. Cause Snake was blacked without even having any jack 'n shit. So noone knows what happens. Guess is okay to dict log for ya, Lola, but me no going online with freakin' shit going round 'trix here. People lot of ado. Liz checking for vitals at clinic 'n meeting is happening with hackers 'n Growler 'n stuff o' peeps. Tally bonkers.

Wanted to watch film on trixchan but guess noway with flowers all round. Things spread 'n grow, peeps no know what todo. Keeping commlink offline.

Night, night, Lola

Rats takeover

Friday, 18th December 2071

Dear Lola,

Wasn't goin' on much happening. Hangin' round, chillin' and fuck'n waiting in shelters spread sprawlwise. Had sew 'n preparing for raiding Rat's Nest, lot's o' stuff like vests 'n shit. I'm smeary with weapons oil like those grease monkeys that tune rides 'n that. Daniel is fine, flats are rundown but if Scrappers know one thing then helping themselves making a place nice warm, healthy 'n clean-ish.

Doc's been taken by russian mob cause guess it's something with past of warthog named Rivet. He's bulky as a bulldozer even for a trog, guess he's been a cyberboxer owned by russian mobsters. There's been dealing all night long for getting Doc out of hostage, guess Rivet finally paid cause Docs back. Good thing, guess me befriending him, not cuddlewise but respectful. Know Maggie's dead on a word, but guess he's not leader like that.

Sleep now better, but wake up often cause think someone comes to slit me in sleep just to get the thing done and cash the respect for it. No walls in my back, just sleeping bags all 'round. So have been careful. So I chose to sleep cornered with Daniel on belly, so stabber has harder to kill me before I can scream. Screamed last night, but Liz told me was dreaming.

Tonight gang was retaking Nest, me had no much role in it for me better not fighting Pica. Folks no like traitors 'n some of Pica is still chummer of Maggie so even if most are badheads, no happy with spraying lead on them, offing and ripping them guts 'n that work. So happy chilling back from front.

Picas got their asses wiped, Scrappers used walking bombs and cool stuff like that. Think that's like tekkies warfare. Not shootfacing, was more like omg they kill with cuddlebears 'n fuck what happen when pulling weapon and that? Lot's of blood on pave when I popped up on scene many Picas got nailed 'n total p0wned by Scrappers. Super fail Pica. Hose and Pinch got headshot 'n fuck, total offed 'n exed. I driven them off turf for Pica fail. Pica lost war 'n think Pica as gang is total archived file 'n closed.

Me think was good step forward and me driving them off. Cause statement is me no Pica no more but me was loyal til end. May good start with Scrappers for me. But survivers simed me clip on my commlink where they geeked one of girls. Was young Charleen, tried to help her not get fucked by everybody and consider her friend. They funbanged an' bellystabbed her, all simiming that 'n they all shouting, "Maggie you next! Maggie you next! Traitor! Witch! Wa burnya!". 'n shit. Guess that's price: bad dreams.

Three Scrappers got hurt while scavaging new lab for Doc. Doc's making some fuzz 'n nobody seen three since. So guess is something bad happen like illwounding 'n that. Maggie thinks must be conta ill cause all got hidden. Noone notice but know what think? Think was hurt by some crits with illspread, devils rats, ghuls, vamps or shit. Looking bad but Maggie no sleep deep anyway so let it come. Try to get some badass weapon for if damn zombies break out of tainer or shit me first who kill.

Need fuckin' badass monsterweapon. Maggie no fuck'n round with damn zombies.

Night, night, Lola

Gifted (private)

Friday, 11th December 2071

Dear Lola,

straighttalking I recond her hiding something. Poked her 'bout what the fuck 'n finally she spilled. Reason for her 'n Doc eying me like I told ya was that they 'pose me magically gifted. Hell no! Me magic like dagger in stomach. But ney she said, clearly seeable that there's potential her stated. So schooling will be like for all others but she's adding extras for me. I asked if I'm like Karl Kombatmage or even like Sookie Redflower total kickass spellslinger 'n asskickin' total ubers. But she happyfaced that I nearly angried her for thinking she funnyfacing me for being stupid. But stopped laughing fast and straighttalkin' me that it's not like movies. She's not sure but looking like adept, means no full wizworm, just fucking groggy.

But she said: "Don't worry, Maggie. Your mojo can be kickass and better than any magic that can be done by spellslingers." She said it's more subtle. I said: "Fuck subtle, I wanna have Pica ghost like Doc that kickass whole kitchen and offing halve of gang like that." And snipped. She shaking her head, telling magic is not weapon, it's very mighty tool that comes with lots o' shitty responsib'. "Fuck responsib'", said I, "wanna learn pull out hearts of enemy from chest with bare hand, fast as light 'n shredder whole platoon singlehanded like action hero SIM. Want learn Hong Kong styling! Like you offing Liz, yest. Ya totally victimized Liz." Even if Liz is friend, she sucked yest and I don't give cent on her fighting Glitzy, tell ya that Lola. Wonder if she could ex this Pica ghost summoned Docwise.

And if adepts can kill ghosts like in SIMs I shred wizzworms like snip!

Whatever Glitzy was a downer on that, said first comes responsibility, then comes action. Know when, how and why first, boring. Maybe she said, she'll show me some moves that are good for survival first. She said if ya can't fight such kind of magic is way of death. So better first learn avoid fighting. Maybe true but if with back to wall first strikes lives, no life for second.

Night, night, Lola

Pigs and Mobs

Friday, 11th December 2071

Dear Lola,

Growler, the chief of Scrappers collapsed today. The Doc fixed it on the fly, put in some new kidneys and saved Growlers life. Talked with Glitzy 'bout fostering and shit during time Doc was mauling Growlers body, to feed wasted intestines to dogs 'n shit. Kidney were totally ex'd by booze 'n beatsticks of Hard Corps, guess. Sorry me, that I'm so mainstreaming 'n adultshitting my writing and write other I talk. It's a deal and have tell ya.

Glitzy's that aged woman and Docs new input. Which seems to be thing they enjoy doing much lately. But she sat down on stairway with me straighttalking 'bout forstering. Said that fostering's shit and she's no fostering anyone and even can't cause she's sick of it and no money honey. But offered my status. Called it Protegée. Looked up it's french for protection. But means more it's not like protection ya have pay weekly and get not hardcored for time you pay, you get real deal for it. Like fucking future and learning shit 'n things. Like being useful I mean, not that corpshit 'n mindrape that's offered by the system. Protegée looks more like realdeal.

Asked her if she can teach me things like fighting. Like she did Liz day before. Said she ain't no money and ain't no knowing if she can afford teaching me moneywise. Can't pay her either with Daniel and that. So guess it's community thing. Maybe have to work or something. And deal is, she's teaching me things I wanna know only if me willing learn things she thinks I should. Means respect her as teacher, not just take but . Whatever. We'll see. First step she said is learn write mainstream. Again. Protegée, will see how that works for me. If works at all. But think it's as difficult for me as for them. So guess is good deal. Will try.

KE raided neighbor flat later that day, all SWAT 'n shitload 'n Liz started boohooing after they flashbanged them. No know if neighbors were terrorists or gangsters or runners or shit. But they got blindfolded, cuffed and offdriven in black Mariah. No music since, cause boombox was outblown on street through window by flashbang.

We organized free tickets for near Sweatshop and got lucky offdriving with first shipment. So I chilled in bath and swimming and shit with Liz 'n Claire and others. We missed the Mobsers that were searching for Rivet. No think I teardrop 'bout that. But they abducted Doc for Rivet was windowjumping and going randomrunning on street. Whatever happened we chilled out almost an hour. Then we're offdarting to new squat, for old one was busted.

Rest of day was waiting. And working. Got some damaged armor and everybody repaired all day. While some went off, safe Doc. All went well, Doc arrived with Rivet and girlfriend at nightfall. No knowing what deal went to feed russian mobsters but Rivet didn't look happy. Lot of happyfacing and joying for homecoming. Later eve we no see Doc nor Glitzy. Guess what?

Night, night Lola

Zapping and Springering

Thursday, 10th December 2071

Dear Lola,

Doc was backcoming today together with Splash and Glitzy. Splash had been troublefacing some abduction by warthog or something. They helped derringer her out earlier the day. But was not main issue in flat, cause we're eavesdropping Claires phoning with Splash newed that Doc has Glitzy as his new input. Guess they'd been interfacing 'n bitchin' all night. Claire phoning was like: "You know the latest news? - No?! What? Doc'n Glitzy are coupling?! Didn't know that! Wanted to tell you different!" News spread fast in Rats Nest even if Scrappers driven off turf. Was just second after that until news fullspread.

Was sitting in kitchen, breasting Daniel when the three arrived. Just after doorstepping they all got hailed and much gratzing all around. But when they're entering the kitchen, Liz zapped Glitzy handshakingwise totally random. Said: "Sorry, cyberwaremalfunction, bitch", and outwent. Very stupid! Ya go for ex not for off if ya do backstabbing in gang, think. But things different than Pica here. Doc helping Glitzy and saw him almost going ballistic. But first helped Glitzy saw she's zapped but okay. So went out after Liz, truefacing her maybe hardcoring, no know.

Much noising around and peeps said Liz maybe pinking barbielove with Doc. And Doc with no girl for six or eight years or such. And Liz maybe waitin'. Whatever. Liz very deadhead pissing off Glitzy, guess. Cause doesn't help for getting love zapping Docs new fothm input. Just getting trouble 'n lot of ex'ing 'n blood 'n that. Really like Liz, cause Liz is best friend of Maggie now. Better say only friend but Rusty maybe. And me no like watchin' Liz gettin' ex'd by Glitzy.

Glitzy is nice aged woman. Must be over twenty guess but lookin' okay for age. She's working as courier or something peeps say 'n helpin' Doc with problem. Guess helped him much, looking like. She's slender 'n moving smooth 'n catlike. Redhead 'n greeneyed trouble kinda but cute, trying be nice to peeps 'round, guess. Me think she's smart cause she's eagle-eying ev'rythin' around but not eyesetting on place or someone too long, to 'void angryfacing peeps, guess. She's deep street, can tell'ya, even if she's doing lady. Ya can see eyes…

Doc went after Liz, me went in livingroom where Doc put her. Jasper, big hound of Doc guarding her, she already covered alot. Was a bit shaky though. Was nothing doable 'bout that so I was backtracking kitchenwise. When Doc was backcoming, she was feetpulling herself, said she had deal with Liz now. Think she's right. If not dealing with Liz peeps rip her to pieces over time. Never gettin' respected by Scrappers. Bit my lip for fearing she'll offing Liz. So went out to stairway watch fight.

She was coolblooded, talking to Liz, who smoking tarnails downstairs on floor below. Slowly down stepping stairs. Glitzy was smoothtalking but checking out rules with Liz by that. Asked why she'd done that. That she never done Liz nothing. If she's willing to not taking cyberweapon and things. Then Liz darted forward, screaming and namecalling Glitzy in face of gang. Thought she'd zapping her 'gain but she's very fast. Not seen a thing but was some zapping, she had zapstick in hand and Liz was backwalled, sliding down on floor, offed. She was no exing Liz after that. Just turned say 'sorry' or something, total random! I would hardcored her for what she said. Very deadheaded Liz. And girl was boosted or something. Never seen pulling weapon that fast. Not seen her pulling weapon at all. Was just there when zapping Liz, so fast! I'll ask her for trick or ware later.

Peeps where going inside after that. Not much happyfacing but respecting Glitzy, guess. And know Glitzy had to. Liz total deadhead! What's on mind with her? Guess she's deathwishing or something. Inside I straighted to Glitzy, thanking her for not exing Liz. Liz may be deadhead but she's friend. Glitzy just blankfaced. Whatever. Guess things went well, if Liz ex'd what options were left for Daniel and me? I won't pull knifeing anyone at moment if things shitfanning. Hopefully, as long I'm not totally decon.

Later Whistler came in. First he'd not knowing about Doc and Glitzy, but when knowing, he totally bitched. Doc and him soon angryfaced 'n springered 'bout him girlfriending Glitzy. Whistler was shitting Doc a lot but guess that's kinda family thing, so I just peeked into it and stepback'd and no one else did, for it's noones bizz deal with Docs internals. They outwent and fight settled. No know what happend cause Growler was doorstopping letting noone out. Guess that's private matter here and no gangthing. Funny peeps here have family inside gang and not gang is family. Think that's exclusive and if not then lot troublemaker. Doc said I'm his foster. But Maggie don't want to be fostered. Cause I need some protection, but fostering sucks. I know fosters and that's shitrain all day.

Now member and sensemaking! Before Whistler entried, Doc 'n Glitzy were funnylooking into kitchen peeking on Maggie. Wasn't sure they're strangelooking at me, but guess now Maggie was focused. And guess they talked 'bout fostering Daniel and me. But me no like being fostered, that's sure no mood for shitstorm all day. Maggie is momming now, so guess I'm parental 'n grownup status. But all just guess and I better sit'n wait what happens. Can't do much 'bout that anyway.

Liz went talking to Glitzy. Guess they settled some things, cause Liz came back alive. Looking 'bit better. Docs new input's a shitload of trouble. Hope she's valueing that, cause noise louder than passing trains!

Night, Night, Lola!

Ghostcrazed (private)

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Wednesday, 9th December 2071

Dear Lola,

woke up this morning from peeps buggering me 'bout using the toilet. Finally my tub got tabbed with a blanket for peeps are bit pissy with piss here. Liz came in and forced me out of room. So got sleepwalkin up kitchenwise passing bedroom full of sleepin Scrappers. Doc got out Scrappers got barred by Knight Errant by smoothtalkin' lawboy and stuffed 'em in our 'ready stuffed flat doublewhopperwise. Heard voice from kitchen so shuffled that, Daniel in arms.

My mind still cottened so when I saw Whistler was 'ready too late to bail. Stared me down, luring aggro, snapblade in hand. I nailed me on floor for no options, pinched Daniel for him crying may safe Maggie. Before somethin' could happen, Doc moved between, trying to stop ex Maggie. That moment something strange evented. Told ya 'fore that Doc colted two of my group, Bizo and P-Blanc on Picaland, no, Lola? Yeah, P-Blanc standing in middle of kitchen, dig it? Full bodyshot bloodsplat on belly like ex'ed totally ghosted, yellin': "If someone ex Maggie, Pica ex Maggie!" and pullin' colt -guess random, Lola- tryin' derringer Whistler. True, Lola! P-Blanc totally zombied back from nothing colding air all 'round all totally crazed, tryin' stop P-Blanc exing Whistler. Bullets sounding strange muffled grayshadowing walls and things with missin' shots and wierdoing and totally crazed. True, Lola! Seen it!

Doc fightin' ghosted Pica bareknuckling him, but just hittin air an' smoke, true, Lola. Kitchen much too crammed for gunning down so Doc screamed, I shall make him go, me screamed: "Go away!" or somethin' an after moment, ghost flushed. No understand nothing now, Lola. For all peeps staring me, Whistler pointing me: "Was that this little witch?" Called me witch, Lola, but I'm magic as commlink, true! Backwalled totally whitefaced and saying: "Peep, no this wasn't Lola, I'm no mojo, true." Doc stepped in, callin' me might been himself and Maggie safed Whistler - again. All staring Doc now, guess. Said something happened him lately.

All world go wanky now, Lola.

But I was still whitefaced and telling peeps I wasn't doing that, when Whistler stepped up to me, knifehanded. Thought no ex'ed but he put knife in my hand, leaving room. Total random, Lola, total crazed world. But me was too jellylegged and whitefaced to say 'n do something 'bout that 'n peeps started talking and waving arms, all random and guess? Doc darted after Whistler and things really got fucked now. If Doc is now wizworm, he's no control of that. Asked me to keep quiet so me no public blogging 'bout that.

Never saw ghost in my life, Lola, totally crazing me out. Bad dreaming soon, for sure. Got a new knife now but don't think good sign. Wish I no had that cutter for now Maggie armed and killfree, guess. Things gone worse.

Hope see ya tomorrow if still no ghost, Lola, Night night!

Four down six to go

Tuesday, 8th December 2071

Dear Lola,

was a fucking cold night, barely got sleep. Ruffy cuddlingly kept Daniel and me warm. In first light everyone scattered and scraped, salvaged what was still usable in mess that piggies left of Nest. Me left viet bathhouse where we crashed to find stuff lying round ownless. Liz told me there is law in Nest: who finds it, keeps it. I asked if law is for me, she said law is for everyone: "Who finds, keeps. But closed doors, tents and all private space is not allowed to 'find' things. Things that belong to someone", she said, "are owned and offlimit. Commlink", she said, "are sacred, thieving them is punished by death. But all found things may only be bartered or bought if the keeper is confirming to it." Get that! Easy system! She told me also spam is hardpunished. Whatever.

Lucky me then! Cops left most doors open so I checked what was public for Daniel, Ruffy and me. Slipped out early as first morning light but didn't came far. Heard five shots from mainroad, ran up there, Ruffy in front. Were four cops lying on mainstreet rifled down three def exed for bloodspatter all round and brainbash'n gore 'n bonespiking an shit. One cop still moving handwaving helpwise and doc on way for help. In middle street totally deadhead when sniper around. Splashgirl lying in mud on street just meter from one of Hard Corps boys. See no bleeding but no moving either. Ponder if ex'd too or slipped.

Rest of corpboys running for doc. He trying to medic Hard Corps Lieutenant who still movin but Corpers shouting all freezing and dropping no moving shit, totally deadhead and start hardcoreing Doc all six o'them. Ruffy totally went postal 'n running to cops other dogs too goring totally zombielike into copflesh like dogs on acid. Ruffy is small chillful dog never seen him going postal before, just every dog totally crazed out even tiny oldlady dog. Me standing there, trying shoutback Ruffy for no good idea charging cops fullarmed, locked 'n loaded autos. But people flashmobbed cops in seconds got big huddlehardcore on street peeps beatin' shit outa cops. Found some teeth later, kept them for minder. Doc still alive told people not to ex cops, which total wacky. People stripped them to trousers, left them cuffed in own bracelets on sidewalk. When looked Splashgirl was away and all things from dead cops on street. If me was still Pica me would have ordered bodysalvage but Scrappers let pensive organs waste but salvage empty bottles! Sick world I say! Totally wackminded!

Left cops alive on sidewalk everyone bailing out of Rats Nest fore copters incoming revengewise. Seen no Scrapper with weapon anymore but cops will beat first, question later so better not here anymore in a few minutes. Chinks had mealvans and pedicaps and were all bailing in all directions. Me and Ruffy sitting backvaned with Doc and ten or so others. Saw copters and smoke and shit over Rats Nest when looking back but all went well for we scattering fast as could, leaving no one behind. After hour of driving we stopped in Tacoma, guess at rundown flat just under pylon of Monorail. Train passing minutewise so flat loud and shaking like hell. Walls wet 'n flat stinking but I've seen worse. No windows broken, no roofleaks so we all warmed and dryed for now. Think someone got ex'ed in flat for all bloodspatter in bathroom and yellowtaped at door. We living with fifteen peeps now in flat so much noise that noisy neighbours and fucking train no count nomore. Fuckin mess, guess peeps miss Rats Nest cause they miss home.

Doc went out and came back later bringing couple of hounds. Dogs all crazed somehow, lil' cuntlicker dog of Rivet was noising around like on acid, three dogs rising messy soundlevel worse so finally I shouted at dog to sit and keep quiet. All peeps dropping to floor, very happyfacing. But wont get smacked for fuckin' around with peeps so I sorried bout that. Said, no peeps, I meant dogs, not you. Ruffy's a good doggy. Keeps quiet in all mess and always around me. No need to bullyvoice him round. Tried to play with cuntlicker dog. Is not so bad as look me think.

Doc looks very tired 'n beatup but said lawyer bailed out peeps arrested yesterday smart-tonguing. So guess worst is over. Liz and me brought pizza for everyone this eve. House is somewhere in Five, hearing steam pipes from papermills and from haven nearby and other factory whistles. If they overtone noisy trains and streets. Or fucking neighbours. On way to pizza-shack Liz and me met at least three kind of gangs. No know colors hereabout but looking quite brutal and def no chillgangs. Tacoma aroma they call it. Not that air in Purity is nice or stinking garbage in Rats Nest but air here is brutal acid, check? Pizza man was italian with all italian flags all round. Nice place and guess salami on pizza is real salami and no rat-ami as usual. Liz payed seventy bucks for shit. Life's pensive round here.

Late noon and eve we're watching telly, mostly news and some comedy. NBS fuckn Voice of Corporate America said KE have beaten up Blood Mountain Boys up in Renton somewhere. Said one o'them was sniping the Hard Corps. When arresting him he shouted: "I killed ya fuckers! I killed ya! Fuck de corps! Fuck de system!" showing victory sign 'n shit. Was'n Oni, all redfaced with horns. As Knight Errant mage said sniper was ork, so guess could be. But no understand how he fastkilling all those cops if not wired up like toaster for that. More looking like average streetgang member to me not like wireboy.

I think bout this a lot, Lola, and makes absolutely no sense the more I think. Why the fuck the Blood Mountain Boys fuck with the Rats Nest when they are all aggro on 405 and Rats? Why shooting cops? Who was dusting the four cops on Scrapper turf? What for? Guess whole thing not going too well for Knight Errant and Hard Corps. Guess all was a PR mission that gone bad now. Esp since Doc bailed out most of the peeps they arrested yesterday. Who was blaming Blood Mountain Boys for hosin' and why aren't they fending?

All questions nobody asks on NBS. Switched to CBC on my commlink. Reporter really bigcock fucking around this whole mess this evening news. Polit fraggers and Ares PR slimeworms no commented most questions. Repeated like answering machine that more weapons have been "secured" and finally Knight Errant has handle against street violence 'n clusterfuck. Not looking for me like anything changed when looking down smeary window on street. Ragers, id'd them on red bandana, and for all them ugly warthogs, check, started roaming streets beatin' up norms, shouting: "Ya fuck with us, we fuck with ya! Fuck ya! Fuck! Fuck!", smashings and things. Guess we better not move outside now. Still we're fuckin' dearmed and fuckin pacified and bullfuck. Need new artillery soon. The bigger the better.

Playing poker with Liz, Claire, friend of Splashgirl and few others. Got a smoke, breasted Daniel and we lost most of bucks we had to Claire. Too tired to decon so I went to bath, sleep in rusty bathtub. Hope rats don't get into that thing. Still got blankets from night and survival stuff with me so should work and not be too cold. Ruffy joined, so guess will be okay. Woke up in night cause cuntlicker dog joined and slept down at feet. Hope Ragers don't raid flat. Would be messy.

Night, night, Lola!

Its a gas gas gas

Monday, 7th December 2071

Dear Lola,

fucking cold outside. Me sittin under blankets in viet bathhouse with fifty other. Men with automatics wanna kill us at moment I write. We under space blankets and coats, warming us to survive nightfreeze. Generators outblasted and village burning but better start tell what happen this morning.

Waking up from noise outside. First thinking just random rubble but turned on eyesackingly my commlink for village news. Was playing fuckin classic music. Getting louder every second. Me opening door taking look and heard chopperwapping cascading in from east, morning sunwise. Others getting on street wtfing skylooking trying check an watchin commlink signals droppin. Lot noising on street could see from door over village cause am on second floor in my tainer like told ya, Lola. Turmoiling and randoming people running updown street yelling and waving. Patterson getting children out school arming around no knowing what. Then me member music, heard life ago in school. It's Wagner, Ride-o-Valkyries, guess. Knowing was fucking something with film far go.

Then choppers incoming uplining vee-birdlike on acid, whopping overhead and firing lots of small black thingies on mainroad. First thought: "Gosh are gonna palming us like movie! Fuckinshit!" But thingies booming up in a dull dry noise and white clouds spreading all over. Peeps spreaming, yelling, running all round, holdin hands on eyes, stumblin' fallin' puking all over short after. Was staring at random like meszmer when Liz uprunning stairs to my tainer, yellin somethin I no guess, waving hands. Finally pushed me inside, jamming door close behind me. "Keep doors and windows closed, Maggie, they're gassing us with CS or shit!" Told me she know stink from riots she'd been, before she joined the Nest. Wetting cloth for mouthholding, "prepare for the sting when it hits!", yellingwise. Rusty rushing outside over backyard, uprunning stairs too, yelling. I opened door, Daniel on arm, tried protect in blanket and could feel sting in eyes. That when beatcops running down alley, pointing Rusty surrender, swinging tonfa bashers, yellin, bigmouthing, upstairing.

Beatcops were Hard Corps corpboys, badasses totally decon and aggro. Guess combatdrugs cause seen fuck before on Pica. Hell, know myself! Gungho beatin up Rusty badly, didn't stop, kickin him down metal stairs and heard nasty noise of breaking bones. Not knowing if they offed him or ex'd him though, screamin, Liz tryin to close door and barricade. But powerwise they whelmin us down like truck crashing pedicab sidewise. Tryin to fight them off, Daniel starting screamin when one put me under boot, other beat up Liz and backwards throwing hardcoring her on cotbed. Liz screaming like mad, yelling: "We surrender, stop beating, she got a baby!" But cops no listen, funbanging her screamingwise like bad dreams, then turned on me but door got slammed, yellin something got hit on head then pulled out. Kinda Lieutenant really angryfacing and bulling, getting us out, Liz halve offlined, me clutching Daniel, keeping head low. Not know next, but found us on middle mainstreet where people kneeing in mud at freezetemp. Lieutenant got medic told found Ganger rapin Liz and stopped it last second, hitting two cops on helmet when think we no see. They happyfacing told got bonus for caught ganger in flagranty or something. People wet in freezetemp and bluelippin now, me no better. Total clusterfuck scene, for Knight Errant troopers mainstreeting and posing for reporter girl and camguy, they called "embedded" or shit. Hard Corp boys not in impressive shield and uniforms and fuck like KE going into trashing backyard tainers, tents and shacks all over offsight of mediadrones. Know Knights and Hard Corps is all Ares owned troopers. Guess Hard Corps were minions Knight Errant regulars.

Mediadrone whirring all round when yell was that they found drug labor and getting out packets of drugs I no see before from clinic and "fire in the hole" boomstickin whole tainers, shredding place in yellowblossom boomflowers. Crying all over, throwing zapped doc few people uprow, had stripped him whitecoatwise. Guess to no view he's doc or shit. Fuckin callin casus from clinic 'found drug addicts' and got them in poptents away from mediadrones. Puterguy besides me said: "Fuckin celavies incoming…" when black van arrived with letters "Copyright Infringement and Patent Violation" unit driving by, stopping in front of school. Corpboys doorcrashing and much screaming and yelling and kids panicing all over, pulling out Patterson miss at hairs calling it BTL facility and illegal copybooth. Know she had puters in that but guess corpboys lying. They fire-in-the-holeing school mediawise much flameblossing the thing and trashing all inside. Black celavies cuffing her and offdriving cops presenting lots of chips and that to camera.

Me near offlining for cold and new copter landing, more cops coming and thaumaguy with magic sign on lapel galumphing downstreet in black leather overcoat and visor cap going down kneeing row of captives. Calling out illegal "rat mages" in line. Peeps shivering and all near offlining, but guess he randomizing peeps cause me no sure but didn't see no magic round here. Rats yes, magic damn no. But camguy and reportergirl making important faces doing that commenting: "Knight Errant finally stopping illegal activities in Redmond Barrens, notolerance policyshit for extralegal places and gangcriminals" or fucksomething. No nail me on much details, cause me freezing cold, holding Daniel fast when nurse getting me out line when Daniel screaming. Last see was doc protesting when magestoogies offpulling boy besides him which mage outpointed as ratmage or shit. Sure corpmage was falsetongueing. Know that cause boy me infotained when at Pica. If Whistler was wizzworm, he had burnassed Picas, check? KE corper gunned shitswearing Doc down with Pain Inducer. Said its noharming and very humane said, but Doc screaming like never heard before man screaming. Guess gun was torturegun KE was nicenaming. Kept him screaming longtiming and portergirl said they niceedit soundtrack later.

Ares Healthcare nurse getting me into pneumotent with redcross on door. More pneumotents were instapopping downstreet. Getting some air from breather and for Daniel, washing eyes and shit. Warming and shit no talking and fingermoving for me hurting badass. More people incoming total clusterfuck, gasn us, hardcoring, funbanging, deathfreezing and then nicecuddling girltoing us much happyfacing and feeding hotsoup and fuck. Wanting to go postal but legs too work and me tired as shit and bluelippin and stuff just hoping Daniel was right no thinking much nomore else.

More 'n more peeps coming in, warriors in cuts dearmed and driven off in Black Mariahs. Cops dearming Scrappers, found lots of weapons greenasses shit I never seen no Pica and no Scrappers. If Scrapper had weapons like found theyd wiped Picas singlehanded before and me was redcloud patch on wall in Purity now. But me alive so guess corpboys shitlipping bout that greenass weapon like automatics and nades and heavy boomtubes and fuck. Peeps were all shellshocked and shit and bluelippin and shaking and shit. No much talkin until nightfall when they outkicked us and put casualities on sidewalk to offchopper and whole unit, Citymasters and shit. Just left a group of ten Hard Corp boys "Secure the Area".

We assembled for survival, cause know if not we freezing death. Working like mad when Copboys with automatics and things said we no allowed assemble, but Doc fuckoffed them hardtalking a lot, said we're all dead by night if not working on that. Viets said fuckin americans, they peat that generations now, but they had bathhouse and got pipes in earth and was easy to warm water up, like done before. Just need power so peeps gone doing best. Me just caring Daniel in bathhouse so not know much what going on further. Had no much energy so lowlighting and shitty Ares "Healthcare" blankets and shoes replaced by blankets and things from recycler after they fixed Magicmachine. All working like mad nightdeep and me falling sleep some time. Liz closelippin after funbang and got drugged by nurses. Know now Liz ex junkie and Doc really cared bout her relapsing. She asking bliss but no bliss and shit in Rats Nest, which funnything, guess. Cause got asskicked for that just hours ago. Other girls got closelipping too, some crying much sadmooding around. Hard Corp guys were random hardcoring and funbanging girls all over, guess. Boys mostly hurt and bonebreak, headcrash and lots of wounded while Doc worked, Liz not able do much help. But Doc tried to get out drugs needling her. Many faces missing and we only got up and running a couple tainers yet. So all crowded and Corpboys knocked said we move out, gunpointing. Saw corpboys bluelippin self now. But Doc hardtalking gain, said fuck yourself and waited them to fire but guess they counted ammo and know they'd be dead if gun him. Cause everyone just staring them like maddogs. Trolling off they started burn down tainers to keep them warm. Shitheads. Hope they die. Saw two funbangers and lieutenant in group, guess he's charging and this kind o strafe put on them by their supers. No know why but guess.

Funny thing, this blog got highscore on reads today. Got six readers yesterday, this eve it's up way over tenthousand. So guess me famous blogger. No idea why though. News were telling fairytale bout raid but was much onesided intel guess. KE was happyfacing with fatboys from politfraggers and smoothtalking how asskicking us mean gangers, violators, druggies, sinless and criminals. Which I guess is all words for same for corpboys. No gettin me wrong, Lola, guess find guys in Barrens like that but know many many more that aint. Me no saint anyway, but no think people here deserved.

Personal loss is minimal, so guess been lucky. Ruffy with me, seems to survive, but big fat lazy dog that was lying round all day on sidewalk at tainers got exed by corpies as mean wardog or shit. Guess was just funkill. When corpboys boomsticked clinic have blown up stored last things me owned. Asked Doc bout them. Means lost my trodes, my blacksun glasses with imagelink for AR and nightview an knife and things. But loss unimportant even if have work months to rebuild. Guess damage and loss all round much worse. So no plain bout that and me just happy that living. And Daniel living. And Ruffy. And maybe Liz, even if Liz now looking zombiefied. And Doc. Guess he's hero of day in fucking way. Even if no helping much, guess. Couple of slitches cuddling together, all chippies, guess local joygirls, guess mindfuckworkers or shit pretty roughed up by corpies guess funbanged too. Other girl less joygirllike more like jackhead or so, crying all time, rolled up like baby, so all work it out by their own term, guess. Think crying no help. Focus on living and keep it is better. So me no cry and focus, check?

Try write now like is job. Doc said shall do, maybe Maggie found thing she can. No Calco nomore but maybe blogger. Ah guess Magicmachine making shoes for ugly warthog not Maggie for this. Much too large.

But now night night, Lola, me falling dead sleep in minute. Burning sound of tainers outside helping get sleep guess. Is like mix rain and firework.

Rats Nest walkabout

Sunday, 6th December 2071

Dear Lola,

yay!, got keycard for my 'tainer today. Kinda Saint Nicolas for me. Is good feelin' to boss own lock, no collar nomore, guess. Rusty, member of Scrappers, who guarded me and brought soup and stuff showed me around. Told me keep near not randomstrollin' all over place yet. People staring me when outwent. So I better do, guess.

Still having white uniform of Pica wearing, was not touching clothes he given cause having Scrappers colors gray and rust. Me no Scrapper an' if wear I'm walking ex, could also stab 'n hardcore myself. Me no touch things even if think I'm walking ex in Pica colors white and black too. Wearing no black nomore cause de'colored but ld ya ready know, Lola.

Village of scrappers is couple 'tainers both sides of old bridgeroad. Seen old western flicks an' have common, guess. Just lot mo' fucked 'n pissed an' bags with trash 'n cyclestuff all over. Road is muddy 'n wet, churned by passing bikes 'n vans 'n that, so me sunk in 'n almost splat in mud. Some people were funnyfacing me, an' I almost went ballistic, but Rusty said is 'kay, there's a girl in town who was worse. She's got name Splash from them. Was fuckn cold cause runnin' in no shoes is no fun. Almost got to freezetemp tonight so was bluelippin when Rusty tow me into 'tainer where 'Magicmachine' was funnyfaceingly.

Magicmachine is recycler. Showed me how to put in stuff in feeder, which started shredding, then on console ya have buttons what it shall spit, combining some o' them was going to do things that were'nt supposed and then its spitting stuff on other side. Like shirt, trousers, shoes(!), cups, pots an' all stuff ya need. Said one o' the local hackers was pimping magic machine so it's doing more 'n better than default. But no much o'cause. Magicmachine is no changing stuff so if ya put in wool an' press cup ya get wool'n cups. But if ya no deadhead stuff working fine. Old man me helpin' making new clothes and people given me some mats. Like wool, synthleather, pvc, hemp and as a special present I got sheet of ragged silk for feeder which was lot joying me. Get now why Scrapper color gray 'n rust-brown, check? But needed lots o' time to find good mats. Were allowed scrabbling in heaps of mats, hills of stuff try finding perfect colors and mat. Got some black, some red, some green an' white which look good but not look Scrapper, neither Pica. Was doin' that hours must have. Commlink can tell time o'cause.

More later the day, Lola. Rusty showed me vietnamese people snack counter bit back at main road, called it restaurant. Better not touching meat me think. No trust that not rats. Must earn stuff 'morrow Rusty said will work at "field". "Field"? I asked. "Landfill", and pointed down south where most people gone. "Or if ya wanna ya can do mining, but more dangerous", he said. Means below earth. Earth funny here, soft 'n warm. Guess "earth" is all garbage like hills all around. Told me people cycle more than ninety percent nowadays. Back old times it was ten, that's why mining is so profitable, he said. But gas and collapse and things happen, so guess I chose fields. Soup gettin' cold, later later, Lola…

Belly feelin' fullstomach now. Given Daniel to Liz in clinic, said she'll eyeing him long as I walkabouting Rusty. Liz looking sleepmooding guess work too much. Doc not seen since hours, Liz told me Doc not sleep for days. Walking mainroadwise afternoon with Rusty gain. Watched recycling biostuff by chinese people downroad. Having hogs and 'roaches eating biocycle from garbage trucks. Having carts they pull by hand, bicycle, vespas, small pickups from main landfill to local storage heaps. People do foresorting at entry to landfill from 203, Rusty said all very professional and people do since generation. Main village must be a few hundred people but many more come from Barrens every day. Funny Rusty calls Barrens people on other side of Snoqualmie river that's between village and part of Barrens where I come from. River is coming down from cascades somewhere don't know. Looking very cold and about fifty meters wide, so it's like natural border. People here call it border to badlands. Picas see it border to ratland. Only bridge controlled by scrappers, sitting on rigged lookout towers with juryrigged weapons like crossbows and things. Rusty say crossbows no noising and police no caring 'bout them too much. But sadmooding 'bout autofire from near barrens. Said traded automatic to get Whistler out alive from Pica. Looks very worried about that for some time and didn't talk. Picas no had automatics. Nobody willing give automatic to Pica since year I was with them.

After seen hogs and roachfarm at chinese guess next time try chickensoup and things. Makes me hungry to see them. Was taken down backyard vietquarter where washing center is. Vietpeople have bathhouse running down here. Say in spring highwater from snoqualmie often floods lowland here but water easier to get up down here. So that's deal guess. Got recycling marker from Rusty as currency. Sort of money they trade. Are markers that put out by recycler when it's putting stuff to storage as pay. Rusty plained Magicmachine keeps part of mats you feed even if you make things with them or if you exchange for markers. Maggie totally checks system. Tax!

Bathing was great. Vietgirls said Maggie stinkin' but I didn't ballistic cause they right. Last days messy special last nights were bad. Was thinking 'bout coldwatered but water warm. Say pipes running in garbage got heated. Put on new clothes, will recycle old things later. Old Pica stuff no future here anyway and mats are white and good fabric vietgirls say. Will think what I make of them. Maybe jacket, maybe cloth for Daniel. Guess cloth for Daniel will be. Have new, really cool PVC longcoat now, like real trenchcoat in movies but looking bit like big garbagebag made off and shoes that keep out mud, gloves to work, gloves against cold from wool but wool was not enough to fingers sticking out on end. Guess that's tax percent. Rusty say me looking good and funnyfaced me. But think he no meant respectless so me no ballistic. Put most wool in stuff for Daniel. Me wearing silk on skin. Never had silk in life! Feeling warm and same time cool. Feeling like rich chick now but better no show to others. Still people give me angryface around here so me better hide how lucky a bit.

Small school around Rusty showed me where kids kept during work. Ms Patterson have Viet halve Kaukas, I guess. Blonde with asian eyes looking funny. But kids homestrolling when showing up with Rusty. Had small school terminal here where learning. Said all much work and if I like test. No better to do so firmed testing. Got trodes and did test on terminal. Patterson very much exited on some sults and very sadmooding on others. Mostly language but wonder why. Maggie talking lot makes sense. Said 'nonono that's bad, that's waste, have talk to Doc', and stuff. Was very friendly. Guess is good teacher but don't know if time for sitting around when Daniel hungry. Maggie working fields guess cause no need for Calco here. No future in conworld anyway. Very tired now, Lola, going outcheck Daniel clinicwise get some stuff done like eat. Rusty said have pay for electric and means pay for heating so no choice but work. But lucky cause seems me no slave to Scrappers. Which I find funny but no complain. Morrow Rusty said, morrow I show you irish settle. Where pub is where he's strolling off. Cursing something 'bout damn Growler, me think barowner of Rusty Barrel, and 'bout retro ethics and that he's seventeen and has right to drink whiskey. Don't think moonshine stuff 'round here can be called whiskey anyway, but so what? Have no seen druggies no chippies either lying round in backstreets which funny thing. Wonder if they're eating them? Or if rats eat them that are all around where no dogs hunt them. Lot's of dogs and rats 'round here. Guess have to chose which of them I wanna.

If Ruffy, little dog I own an follow me all round happyrunning, has to say thing bout that, I gonna be dog, guess.

More 'morrow. Night night Lola!

Offlined and captured

Saturday, 5th December 2071

Dear Lola,

today I got back my commlink and this is my first entry since that day I backgunned the doc and got offlined in return for that. My CMT Clip is the only thing I have left now when yeargo I had schooldropping. Had memrisin' text in head so now dumpin' out shit fast to catch time. Sorry Lola for tersing.

Didn't write you for three days, Lola. So much to tell. All began in Purity home turf of Pica. We're chillin' and blissin' when a plug whistled incoming color drive through. Second whistle tell color incoming was campin' on turf. So we went out huntin'. Hunter group got that fragger pointblanked an' back to hayque.

At time me was bitchin' with Pinch, boss of Pica upstairs in overseer cabin. Downstairs much yellin' an' a lot of random, when we're downstairing new plug was yellin' 'bout redclouding the captive. Strapped to a chair an' his gun headwise, cocking. Pinch firming redclouding but me stepped in tell "Na, redcloudin' shortfun, I go infotain him." Safed his life, I tell truth. And so went. But he callin' me names full face of gang so I totally decon'd, offlined him pipewise like going postal. Maggie not proud of goin' ballistic but asshole callin' her names in face of gang.

Long tell short, we got whistle of incoming colors. Gone out defense me and four Picas went for trappin'. I pulled them yellin' in backyard, me havin' blubber belly was perfect for job. Boomstick'd one of 'em warthogs in puddletrap, after first ex'd next was comin'. Aged people are so deadhead if blubber belly girlies yellin' help.

Got him trapped but he ex'd two of us derringer'd them down like in movies. Me coltin' him backstabbed that moment but still he'd not ex'd 'n offlined Maggie fisthardcoredingly.

Got online later, hand bound backwise, yellin' position but got mouthtaped. Colors were Scrappers, gang livin' in Rat's Nest. Picas didn't start war, but hell of ended it the day. Incomings biking homewise, taking Maggie with them.

That last time I was Pica. We chillin' gang, mostly dealin' bliss 'n snuff an' tradin'. Only war hardcoring when out hunting. We chillin' gang otherwise. But this was war. Seen Picas die. No trust over fifteen Pica say. An' Pica no yell, Pica no tell. So Maggie no tell more, Maggie no motd.

Sundown I was baby belly blastin', Scrapper I colted was Doc seems. Got clinic in Nest. Living in 'tainers all over place. Stinkin' foul all over, even Pica livin' better places. Doc put baby on belly even if Maggie didn't want to. Baby on belly magicwise Pica say and don't do if wanna sell biocorp. Bondin' an' that I think was wrong but now know is right. Deep in shit now. But baby named Daniel.

Doc pumped out blood cleaning and Maggie had severe drugcrash the night so don't member much further.

Mornin' got awake hearing far out autofire. Sound conlike or greenasses bitchin' gangs or shit. Doc cuffed Maggie to cot in clinic, but me wasn't runnin' anyway. Had a girlnurse called Liz, was nice to me an' Daniel. Lookin' like punkgirl I saw downtown once when I still had family and home. But much old must be even aged twenty guess.

Me no junkie so I was coolcrashed. Asked to get off cuffs but kept captured. Guess Scrappers hardcore Maggie, infotain, funbang ex 'n dump her soon. Saw Doc makin' boomstick'd warthog live. Must be good Doc if doin' that. Guess most would salvaged body after that for organs.

Pica boomsticks no good enough. Have tell them if back.

Doc comin' in gettin' Maggies stuff, black stuff, means cut, gun, boots so guessin' right trading colors for colors. Means Maggie is de'colored. Rattlefree cuffwise totally failed, yellin' at Doc didn't do no callin' names. Just ignored me and outwent. Maggie no cry but if me cryin' on that hour. Daniel cryin' so me forgot about cryin' myself. Breasted Daniel.

Fuck!

So me no ex Pica with no home an' no future, soon get hardcored and and things. When Doc coming back had sucker with him that I infotained totally blissed an' that. Was namin' them an' sucker flinched me voicing. Doc got me out after that put me in 'tainer in backyard of 'tainer village. Cuffed Maggie to backwall an' piss and ignored me.

Was dark 'n cold for november freezing somenights. Taped'n stuffed some holes to keep out damn rats 'n shit, kept Daniel warm. Were shitty two days in hole. Maggie no motdin' no helpin' anyway so fastforward day three or two lost countin', cause offed sometime. But still livin' so me think Maggie much luck.

Good thing they uncuffed me, don't member when. Woke on cotbed in 'tainer had soup'n a trid an' water was eatin' like starve. Scrapper came in I first saw said had given me meal an' shit and let come in my dog. Called him Ruffy. Was thankful and said he'd watch doorwise which good thing guess cause sleepmissin' nightwise now. Wish I had key for inside anyway. But alive and Daniel alive and Ruffy that counts. Baddreamin' after.

Doc came by today questin' what happened to sucker. Suckers name is Whistler. Told him story how I 'member. No thing to shame on what Maggie did, me think. Saved life so don't know what complain. He called names and me didn't ex him for that.

But no Pica no more. So told Doc I'm shitswimmin' with leadshoes now with no future. If bitchin' at Picas gotta ex me, must slummin' and squattin' now, bitchin' maybe but Maggie no fuckworker and no ownthings for trading. So poodivin soon. Sadmoodin'.

Doc told Maggie she's havin' future but Maggie was Calco for Picas doin' in and outs and plannin' and that. But Scrappers are in salvage not dealin' so guess Maggie no help. Doc left commlink for Maggie so I'm typin' now.

Have no blacksun glasses with interface and no trodes more so typin' slowboatin' but me is chillin' anyway so nomind.

Ah before I forget tell you, Lola, Doc said have to talk right here and no street which is crazy cause even deeper in Barrens than Purity. But if helps Maggie tries. It will take time, so patiencing me, Lola. Last day in school is life away.

Was watchin' tridnew boringwise all day so have known some things. May even helped Doc seeing coming trouble with Spikotrogs. 405 Hellhounds an' Scrappers are bitchin' and I think that was something to do with autofire few days ago, fight I heard from corpboys or greenasses, I guess, check?

No helpin' against Pica even if Maggie ex Pica now. But noone needs motd'in girl. So I no tell nothing. No yell no tell. Night night Lola.