You don't know me.


Maybe you've heard of Renfield. God, I hope he made it out.  Sivio?  With any luck he's dragging the final few puffs of oxygen through his lung inserts as I write this.  Not that I hold a grudge.


Margey you'll know from the headlines.

The whole thing began with a contraband cybernetic arm. I'd like to say it didn't end with a mouse giving me stink eye in the desert, but perhaps it did.

Do you want to know the rest?  Are you sure?

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