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Chapter 6: Help From Beyond The last thing I remember before I woke up in that apartment in the Barrens yesterday was sitting in this very café eating dinner. I was late for something, a job most likely, but what kind of job? Damn, my coffee has gotten cold. I better get a new cup. I grit my teeth and try to stop my hands from shaking as the memories wash over me once more. … My mother used to tell me that there was no such things as ghosts, that they where merely spirits conjured by those with the gift of magic. She was wrong. Before me stands David Connely, he is dead. In fact, he has been dead for three days, and if he didn't die dur

Chapter 5: Down into darkness I stare numbly at the rain spattering the sidewalk in a steady rhythm, mesmerized by its soothing effect as I nurse my lukewarm cup of coffee. Pedestrians go about their business in the downpour outside the café, many of them oblivious to the darker side of the world they live in. Last night I looked to deep into the darkness and found it staring back at me with an unholy hunger in its baleful eyes. I am afraid. … Deck seems to be working okay, and the power to Mr. Dead here seems to be working as well. Time to deck the dead then. I guess that I could have unlocked any kind of headware memory this guy could

Chapter 4: Dead Trails This is my home, the Matrix. A world within a world, built on a foundation of silicon. Its life is measured in Megapulses and its soul in information. Like the world it mimics it has its vices and its virtues. Like the real world it knows pleasure and pain, anger and joy, fear and pain, mercy and vengeance. I now race across this world, a mirror of my own, riding the currents of information, searching for an answer. Okay, enough poetic rambling already, I have work to do. … Ok, Node query, Redmond node 43 grid reference 12. No path, that's odd? A-ha, clever little buggers aren't they, lets see. Ooh, they've shunt

Chapter 3: Financial Crisis A Decker without a Deck is like a Shaman without a Totem… Now you know how I feel. I need a Deck, and I don't have enough cash to buy one. That means stealing it. Great, all I have to do is finding a good Decker and steal his Deck. Nope, I won't go for that one, I'll go for buying it instead, and I don't have any money, or a SIN, or a home for that matter. Life sucks! … So, how does one obtain a Deck worth 500000,00? Unless you buy it legally or steal it from someone you won't get one, period. I might be able to find something at Harvey's, with a bit of luck, if I can manage to get inside his workshop that is

Chapter 2: Resurrection My life is gone. I'm dead. But I did get a nice headstone though. It's raining again, not surprising though, it IS Seattle after all. The graveyard have such an atmosphere of serenity, especially now, when the light drizzle of rain seems to shut out the noise and the fumes of the city around me. I have no business here; this is no place for the living, no matter what my headstone says. I am dead, yet alive, the dead arisen from the grave, the phoenix reborn from the ashes. Whoever wiped out my past and a week of my memories made a thorough job. I no longer have a SIN, not even one of my fake ones. My home has bee

Chapter 1: Bad Dreams The light filtering through the trashed, dirty blinds stabbed at my eyelids, dragging me up from my misery of unconsciousness, and if unconsciousness was misery then being awake must be purgatory. My mouth felt like something stuffed with cotton and sand, my hair felt greasy and unkempt, and the smell. God, it stank like someone had died in here for Christ sake… … Legs feels like rubber, I can hardly drag myself up to a sitting position in the bed, no, not 'bed', a more appropriate word would be 'IT' considering how many beings seemed to live inside it. My head hurt, and so does my eyes, I feel like I have been at th