Day 5:Back Online

Unkown time

I woke up in the dark, smell of blood around me. My body refusing to move as I felt the fear grip me. I was done, parts, scraped left to bleed the fuck out. Now to join the others in that great dog pile in the fucking sky.

A soft buzz of a light flicking on, hotty in a blood-stained nurse gear. She is moving towards me, with a needle in left gloved hand and madness in her eyes. The needle is going into my right arm, as the needle is pushed into my veins.

Power, life, flowing into me. I live, nerves awake. Flying with the power surging, for the need to be used, to be enjoyed. She then forces something into my hands, holo time she whispers into my ear.

As I look down, the deck is glowing in the light, neon flashes of heaven. She takes that little cord, plugging it into my newest grooving hole, that jack.

LOGGING IN

The first time is a flash of lights. Blur of the world, making myself new in the digital. The news flesh is left behind for the old need for the digital world!

My body drops out as I push forward, born again into the next world. The digital, the sea of flowing 1 and 0 are translating into my mind so quickly. Nei's hit is placed on my tongue now. This angel of mercy knows how to treat a decker.

The smell of burnt, and then I'm flying and lurking forward in jagged motions, not yet used to this new fucking home. As I stumble, I find it glowing ahead—the digital web, the inner sanctum of ours Blue Heaven.

Booming into the bar, scanning my ID. Malik Rahab, know as Cryptic. I pay my dues, so it opens as I stumble forward. Not a fucking face, I know, but that vibe, that music is pumping around me in a choir of pure bliss.

Kicking forward, as my vision blurs, my right eye pulsing. Fucking hell over already, but then I notice the mail. I swipe upwards as I stumble into a booth.

Mail 1

Welcome Back, Cryptic.

I have spent a good chunk on you. Make it worth it, three jobs. You are free for life. The next step is for you to build a crew. Three days, payment is good. Build a crew. Once you do this, head to port 3481241. You will be allowed into it, and then we will work.

Peace out,

Child

Another day, another fucking bullshit run. But this time, I'll call the fucking shots. I sit there soaking in the digital, time to build later for now. So much to catch up on. I'll start with the close nodes and expending out.

Scanning up catching up, it seems my old crew is all gone. New cats, aint' got no rep. It's been 4 years in the flesh. My hand is starting to dial without thinking in the digital 4 years is a long fucking time.

SECURE LINE CONNECTED

BEEP BEEP

"Yo, who dis?"

"Cryptic, looking for Malkfish."

"Ya, aint' no fucking Cryptic. He is gone."

"Fuck you Malkfish, I'm back, and I got a job."

Old habits die hard, talk big and kick first. Malkfish owed me so many favors, and I ain't ever call him to cash in. Info broker, one of the best and if I need a crew, he will find em.

"Fine."

"3 hot head deckers, quick on the feet. Fast at the code, need em for a few jobs. Pay my way back into the digital, with blood. Now, they be asking to collect."

"Done. Hit ya up soon, Cryptic. Welcome back fucker."

Line Dead

Now to wait, scan, learn, get good again. Fucking hell, crazy nights. Crazy times. I'm fucking back on the digital.