Stay Dead

I am not in a good mood.

This mutilated body I walked into is a trial to live in. Morg watches me constantly for the brains to slip.

His constant surveillance doesn’t help my confidence any.

And then there is this working in the labs…

Surrounded by sec intel… They make my skin crawl.

When Loran had presented her plan to me I was all for it.

What could be simpler?

Just tell my story through data back transfer.

Do NOT say time travel…thinking about time travel makes my head spin.

This is just sending data back through the internet system.

I had forgotten the condition the internet was in, back in 2012, AD Terra time. With governments, religions, and underground organizations attempting to shut down the communications between people.

Note:

Use email drops.

Like the old physical mail drops…

Just send your messages to an intermediate email drop, and have your messages resent from that location.

That screws up a lot of official controls.

The search engines!

What a mess!

In between campaigns, I have to enter the labs to work on Loran’s plan.

It has taken me a year, to reach this point.

As I said, I am not a happy camper.

Remembering this next part makes my bones ache