Born into a world he didn´t understand, born to a legacy he
could not accept...searching, ever searching for a fate he
tried to change, working against the odds, against the
government and organized crime, he...
No. Just a normal schmuck. Trying, fruitlessly, to
understand what is what- organize the chaos, control the
entropy- sure...what other parts make a boy a boy? Surely
it can't be as simple as the hangy-down-bits?
I´ve got rythem, I´ve got hack- who could ask for anything
I am a lifer, working towards the density of a dreamed Akihabara. Ah well; so it goes...technology will kill,
survive, and encompass us all. Suck it in, fate!