| From: | Anissa Mathias anissamr@*****.com |
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| Subject: | Opinions, please. (Small little format idea) |
| Date: | Thu, 9 Nov 2000 13:34:28 -0800 (PST) |
first person.
Here's the idea...
Tell me what you think...
No matter how many times you run the shadows, you're
bound to trip over something that puts you deep in the
drek. This is one of those stories.
Oh.
Wait.
I forgot my manners for a minute there. My name is
Michael Carlson. My chummers and all the fixers know
me as Jazzman. I'm an Otaku. What? What is an
Otaku? Most people know us by legend only. After
all, when you can run the trix without a deck, you
tend to get unwanted attention. That happened to me.
Tribes, you say? Most of them hang in tribes. I used
to be a part of one myself, but curiosity of the
outside world brought me out of the enclave. How did
I get out? You'll learn that when you read my story.
Chapter One
The meet that will go down in infamy.
I had only been asleep for four hours after working
the graveyard shift when my wristphone rang at 08:00
heralding a call for a meet with Johnson I had worked
with before. (I'm matrix security at Brighton.
They're a small sec corp, but the pay is decent.) One
of these days, I'm going to throw that phone out the
window. Damn the consequences. I tried to go back to
sleep after the call was over, but after tossing and
turning for fifteen minutes, I realized that it was a
lost cause. I was up. Might as well make the best of
it. Bleary-eyed and half asleep, I did what anyone
would do with my dilemma; I went to the kitchen and
put on a pot of real coffee. (I did say they paid
decent, but I still have to scrounge up cred to enjoy
the finer things in life.) I placed enough water for
six cups and enough grinds for eight (Okay, I like my
coffee strong.) While it gurgled, I made my way to
the livingroom and curled my feet into the carpet. (I
still haven't gotten used to this doss. I've only
been living here for two months.) I flipped on the
trid and went past the couch to my bathroom and took a
shower. Looking into the mirror afterward, I gazed at
the bags under my blue eyes and at the fact that I had
lost another five pounds which put me at twenty pounds
under my average weight. (Oh, there I go again. I'm
six-foot two.) I ran a comb through my dark blonde
hair and went back to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Just an idea mind you, I haven't officially changed my
story yet. (in fact, I'm working on putting a little
background in the first chapter)
Thanx in advance
Anissa
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