”“How many of them are within 100 miles?” Dylan asked.“Only one,” The UI replied, bringing up the profile. “Frank Davison, no middle name....Aged 57 years, 1 month, 12 days, 3 hours 56 minutes and 4 seconds.”“Has he ever used Master PC?”“He is not a registered user, nor has he ever been altered by the program.”“Sounds like we need to give Mr Davison a visit,” Rebecca said. “To find out what he knows.”“You heard her, he doesn’t know anything,” Dylan said.“No, he’s never used Master PC,” Olivia. How’s that for an introduction? I don’t know, it just feels weird to be introducing myself to my own fucking journal… Hah. I like that. Fucking journal. What would that be like? My own fucking journal? I’d probably have to start with Mark, even though I still think he’s a bastard, since he was my first. Then again, I’m the writer, so I could skip over that whole messy guy thing and start with Liesel. Liesel. Liesel… she was sort of my first, too. Not like Mark — I mean, the asshole practically. On their heads is a very tight, constricting cap, like a bathing cap, also covered with long shaggy hair which comes down to cover their eyes, making it difficult to see. To complete the outfit, each man had to wear a rubber snout on his nose, which had been left for a week in stale, putrid piss and it gave off a horrible odor, and metal-studded leash was fasten tightly over their turtleneck covered collars. Just wearing the outfit is in itself a miserable, degradation. Just seeing the poor. So, you can rest your ego, it’s not you, I’m the one that’s damaged, okay?’ she pushed past his arm, tears streaming down her face at this point. He heard the bathroom door slam. Dave was shocked by the admission, and couldn’t believe what an asshole he’d just been. He ran his hand through his short hair, and leaned back against the counter. All the pieces began to fall into place-why she looked down all the time, afraid to make eye contact with people, why she’d froze that day in class, and.