>Its the year 2035
>You're 38 quickly closing in on thirty
>RMS died almost 20 years prior to the current date.
>Cardiac Arrest they preached, the recent declassification of the files revealed interesting discrepancy.
>Warfarin induced skin necrosis and high levels of insulin were found.
>Government *Return to sender*'s all mail you send, not risking the possibility of being caught through your mandated surface 18 with windows 10.8493 (SP2)
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The Date Is April 3rd 2035
>You slither your way through the crowded alley way.
>This scene reminds you of the movie "Escape from New York"
> one of the few great movies you got to see before the "Act To Preserve Citizen Innocence" was enacted in late 2018.
>You step over a druggie, his skin melting from the drugs the scum have concocted
>This brief thought passes through your mind as your superiority complex forces you to not realize you yourself are scum
>You sit on the dildo chair, a invention to stop people from questioning their sexuality and defecting to being straight.
>You already have defected, but must still donate sperm samples to not run such a risk of assassination.
>You order a rum and coke as you brush some dust of the counter.
>White Dust.
>Your leather jacket conceals the dual Tec-9s you carry, specially made to fit securely.
>All guns are banned but in your position, carrying around a thinkpad t60 with linux and an outdated version of libreboot (The last without backdoors) you could be killed.
>You drop the money on the counter and grab your glass.
>A man in a dark suede coat, aviators, and a large brown hat sits at the table near the jukebox.
>You sit down a joining the table.
>"Got the card?" you inquire
>"Got the cash?"
>"Here"
>You slide a large sum pf cash, your reward for beating fellow straight men to death for the DOD, only they think you follow.
>He hands you a small wireless card. One from before the FCC wireless card firmware lock down from late 2016
>You slide out the back. Hoping to dodge the guardian robots, which resemble sputnik much to your delight.
The date is April 4th 2035
>You get a IM
>"CCR Bad Moon"
>The resistance's worst code. The end code.
>The feds decrypted the microchip, they have all identities.
>You go out the side door, and jump down the fire escape.
>Sliding under a van you lay in wait.
>Within the minute your room detonates, your disabling of the sensors means they still think your inside. You retreat to the sewers.
The Date is April 5th 2035
>It's over. The glorious run you had. It's over.
>They are pouring into the sewers like rats.
>The fuckers never even fucking thought for their own god damn selfs.
>You lay on a pipe, the capture you and you are drugged.
> You slip out of consciousness.
>what is
>what is
> You wake up, now a male except for the genitalia.
> It is hideous
> Cut into a spire resembling shape and stuffed into a chastity cage you have become one of them.
>"The servants of the GQTBHABW"
> GQTBHABW. Shorten it you think, the fuckers are so dumb.
>Gay, Queer, Transsexual, Black, All But White (Males).
> You are now whipped and used a sex slaves, field workers and street cleanup.
>Luckily you find a large ledge, and you roll off. The other roll off, resembling Lemmings. But it is not as it seems. As you fall into Queer Palace.
>And the Rum and Coke, you got specifically prepared with a hint of it.
>What once ravaged the Old world and now forgotten, when history was censored.
>No possible cure with non-alternative medicine being outlawed.
>The Bubonic Plague.