The room was just as messy as it had been when I'd stumbled over the pile of dirty clothing. The newspaper articles about my baseball prowess were sti...l attached to the mirror above my desk. And, I knew deep inside, my mother was still dead.I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, telling myself that it's not like I could have done anything to help her. And I'm sure I said goodbye to her; somebody must have been operating this body for the last three years and he couldn't possibly have been. It wasn’t long before a flash on my screen indicated I had an incoming message from her. She said she was in position and ready to start scanning for the network. She had managed to get into a bathroom right outside the doors of the top floor offices of BKL. We were ready to start hacking. This first part was going to be all up to her.We’d set the laptop to mimic the old device that Oksamma had brought us, borrowing user names from Simon’s laptop and passwords from the old computer. They were. It started as a typical Friday night for me and my friends. As usual, we would pregame, go to a party and see where the night takes us. However, this Friday night turned into one of the best Friday nights, and one of the few Friday nights that I would actually remember. The girls and I started the night at my house. We tried on all different outfits to see which ones looked the best. In our case, whichever made our boobs look the biggest & best, & whatever made us look the most slutty..anything. Then I can go to Bread & Circus and I do love to look at that pile of carrots they have. Somebody has to work really hard to get them balanced just right, all in a cylinder with the big ends outside. If I'm careful I can pull out the really big ones deep down in the pile without dumping millions of carrots on the floor, and I think the big ones taste better so it's worth taking the chance. But I can't go to the grocery store until I get something to eat, because I have a full schedule of.