My attempt at writing pt. II

[Company]AtomicApoc: Pi guys.

[Company]BionicBro: Pi.

[Company]ElectricEpoch: You've come back around

[Company]Faeriez: Hey girly. I sent you the potions you asked for. They should be in your mail.

[Company]AtomicApoc: Thanks. I wish it would stop snowing. It's been snowing for, like, 5 days now.

[Company]BionicBro: we live in MinneSNOWta. you should expect crazy weather.

[Company]AtomicApoc: Still... *whines*

[Company]AtomicApoc: The run tonight is at 7, right?

[Company]Faeriez: Yep.

[Company]AtomicApoc: Kk. I'm going to farm mats. If anyone needs anything let me know.

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: Hey

[Private]to ElectricEpoch: Yes?

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: Two things

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: The hands you've been wanting dropped for me >;p

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: And I saw you at the club again Saturday

[Private]to ElectricEpoch: Curses on both! You keep seeing me at the dances, but I've never seen you. Why don't you come over and say hi?

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: No one in the company has seen me

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: Even though we coincidentally mostly live in the same area

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: Still, I have reasons

[Private]to ElectricEpoch: Aww, you shy?

[Private]ElectricEpoch to you: No

[Private]to ElectricEpoch: Then where are you hiding? In the crowd or up on the balc?

ElectricEpoch stopped responding to me. Wonder what his deal is. He is like my stalker, but we have quite a bit in common so it is all cool with me. I would like to know who he is. I know BionicBro. He is also known as “Steaksauce” in our little group partly due to his darker skin but mostly because he puts steak sauce on everything. He is “not” dating Causticlysm, my neighbor. They just spend a lot of time together and are “just friends.” Causticlysm's twin sister Deadsun shakes her head every time he emphasizes that. Faeriez, our company leader, is some 50 years plus old lady who sits at her home and plays Eden Lost all day. She says she wrote a book and made a killing so she never has to work. She also says she's been playing MMOs since before most of us were even born. I am only 25, so I would not doubt it. The five of us, BionicBro, Causticlysm, Deadsun, and ElectricEpoch, are all Psybs. We talk to each other with chat programs in our internal computers, chat in game, and see each other frequently. Except ElectricEpoch as I mentioned.

In my peripheral vision I could see that Deadsun was messaging me. I willed the chat program into my front vision so I could see what Deadsun wanted.

[Dd]: Emily, is there a run tonight? All the recent holiday stuff has me and my sister messed up.

[AA]: Faeriez says it's at 7.

[Dd]: O ty

[Dd]: Are you down for burgers after the run? Or is your fridge full or Giftmas leftovers?

[AA]: Oh, it's full, but I'm so sick of reheated ham and stuffing.

[Dd]: I'll kick down your door when we're done. :P

[AA]: See you then. :3

After that exchange I thought about exiting the program. I do not care for people messaging me when I'm doing runs. It is embarrassing when my parents try to talk with me and I accidentally blow them off. I can still only focus on one thing at a time. Psybs are still human. We just have a computer to help us 24/7. Perhaps we are less than human?

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The run went smoothly. I did amazing as my ranger; however, ElectricEpoch did better with his assassin. As always, he lightly gloats about it when we're done. Everyone else did pretty good too. I wished everyone a good night before exiting the game. Not even 30 seconds later I heard someone actually kicking my door. I did not expect her to really do it this time.

My attempt at writing pt. I

BBlog: March 21, 2039.

This is my first post from my new brain. I got the operation several weeks ago. The one where they insert a computer in the "dead" section of a person's brain. I have just came out of the coma and now learning how to use the system. Not having a keyboard, monitor, and all that is kinda weird. Accessing the internet from my head is the greatest thing ever though! I can hit Go Plex or EncycloNet from just about anywhere. The developers were right. This will improve information exchange and gathering infinitely. This brain-computer thing is still in development and I'm just a test, so the doctors suggest I only spend a limited amount of time on it each day. That, and I'll be detained in the hospital for a time. Keep reading this blog for more updates from me!

XOXO,

-Phoebe

It has been a few years now since Phoebe became the first person to be Psyborg, one who has a computer implanted into their brain. Still, most people have not undergone the operation. It is not cheap. One could buy a new house or go on vacation with the money it takes. Then it is also frightening that surgeons crack one's skull open, mess around with key nerves that connect the brain to the rest of the body, and then staple everything closed. Sources online say that less than or about nine percent of the world's population are Psyborgs now. Mostly younger folk that are “crazy.”

My parents are rich, so that is how I was able to afford the operation. Otherwise, I work at Blue Box in Roseville as a Nerd Herd technician fixing peoples' old computers, tablets, and things. I work in the back room since I prefer to work by plugging myself in directly. I find it easier to locate the problem when all the data is in my head. Most people still find it highly disturbing that humans can directly plug themselves into machines via usb cords. It looks like the old sci-fi movies where they have aliens or whatever all wired up in a giant test-tube. Ports typically are located at the base of the skull, right about where the hairline is so it is easy to cover it up if one so desires. That is where mine is. Though I show it off. Even though I'm a girl, I keep my blonde hair super short in a pixie cut.

This job takes care of living expenses and the rent of the mediocre apartment in Saint Paul. For all its “charms” I do love my apartment. It is no where near as nice as my parents' mini-mansion over in Eden Prarie. It's got the basics; one bed, one bath, kitchen and a room. It is not a living room or a den. More like, a large space where I have put my telly, a couch, and clothes that should someday migrate to the hamper. Or so I keep hoping.

My pride and joy is my custom built computer. Sure I'm a Psyb, but you can not play video games in your mind yet. Some developers have made some crude games. The best one right now is a reboot of a building game that was super popular back in 2010 or so. I am huge into the massively mutliplayer online game, Eden Lost. It's the biggest MMO right now and has won many awards. My closest friends play it with me. My gamename is AtomicApoc. It was supposed to be AtomicApocalypse, but that many characters is not allowed and then some nub took Apocalypse. Enough talking about the game though. I'm going to log in and play.

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